When I was out one morning --
In a meadow, white with sheep,
Lay a shepherd by a haystack
Fast asleep.

With me the lark was carolling,
There was gold and green and blue;
But what, you drowsy shepherd,
Was with you?

Was it night and water gushing
And moonbeams cold and clear
On the softly silver-slipping	
Dripping weir?

Was it childhood, was it sweetheart,
Was it distant isles and seas,
Day of Judgment, Harvest Home, or
Bread and cheese?