Lyrics
Does the swallow dream of flying
As it sleeps on the wing
Does it long for the summer
As it flies home for spring
Does Daisy feel a sadness
At the last rays of sun
Does the wind feel a gladness
At the work that it's done
I won't go making mountains
Out of molehills
Any more
I won't go chasing windmills
Round in circles
Any more
I won't go preaching sermons
To the choir what's it for?
I won't go through the motions anymore
Does the river ever wonder
What will come round the bend?
As it twists and meanders
Down its slow descent
I looked out over London
With my last cup of tea
My gaze was returned by
Grey cloud and steel
