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 Anymore I won’t go Chasing windmills Round in circles Anymore 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