Nobody guesses the trouble I've seen, These old eyes go roving, To landmarks we've been, Myself and my master, The pedlar of Treen, The world in a handcart whirls by like a dream.
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen, The sheep go a-roaming The grass is not green, but brown with the pounding of clockwork feet, e'en the trouble they're causing goes past like a dream.
Nobody knows the trouble they've been, the sheep keep a-coming the humans not seen tho dreams fade in passing an old rabbit's seen this world in a handcart, all huddled and mean if better time's coming, remains to be seen.
Nobody guesses the trouble I've seen,
ReplyDeleteThese old eyes go roving,
To landmarks we've been,
Myself and my master,
The pedlar of Treen,
The world in a handcart
whirls by like a dream.
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen,
The sheep go a-roaming
The grass is not green,
but brown with the pounding
of clockwork feet, e'en
the trouble they're causing
goes past like a dream.
Nobody knows the trouble they've been,
the sheep keep a-coming
the humans not seen
tho dreams fade in passing
an old rabbit's seen
this world in a handcart,
all huddled and mean
if better time's coming,
remains to be seen.