Skipping to Daisies and Grass

Out of the town and into the sun;

The withering walls forgotten and done.

     I'm breathing the wind-light at last

     And skipping to daisies and grass,

            My friends,

     I'm skipping to daisies and grass.

The prodigal daisies unbend to the sun,

The grasses are chasing the breezes in fun,

     The breezes are rippling past,

     And I'm wading through daisies and grass,

            My friends,

     I'm wading through daisies and grass.

The flowers and fields escape to the sky,

Rising above where the meadowlarks fly.

     The clouds unfurl as they pass--

     And I'm running up daisies and grass,

            My friends,

     I'm running up daisies and grass.

The grasses are sighing their songs to the sun,

Who folds them and holds them where fears are undone

     And dreamers can leap up at last,

     I'm bounding up daisies and grass,

            My friends,

     I'm bounding up daisies and grass.

And down in the town, the people are small--

The church and its steeple, the court and Town Hall,

     The school with its teachers, and you all in class.

     I'm flying with daisies and grass,

            My friends,

     I'm flying with daisies and grass.