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 If you were a cloud, and sailed up there, You'd sail on water as blue as air, And you'd see me here in the fields and say: "Doesn't the sky look green to-day?"

Where am I going?The high rooks call: "It's awful fun to be born at all." Where am I going?The ring-doves coo: "We do have beautiful things to do."

If you were a bird, and lived on high, You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by, You'd say to the wind when it took you away: "That's where I wanted to go to-day!"

Where am I going?I don't quite know. What does it matter where people go? Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow— Anywhere, anywhere.I don't know.