When on the grass I often lie
And gaze upon the evening sky
I see the birds fly overhead
Winging their way to their soft bed
And I wonder why
I wonder why.

The crimson clouds are now quite still
No longer racing over the hill
But trace out with golden edge
The shape of castles and the water's edge
And I wonder why
I wonder why.

A king lives there on a golden throne
With soldiers and horsemen all of his own
Into his harbour his tall ships sail
Bringing home spices and many a tale
And I wonder why
I wonder why.

I wonder why the crimson glow
Fades to grey, ever so slow
As the sun pulls up his blanket at night
And the stars do shine, ever so bright.
And I wonder why
I wonder why.

Now I can see the milky Way
Where does it go during the day?
And why does the moon, so soft and mellow,
Change its shape and look quite yellow?
And I wonder why
I wonder why.

. . . . .
Then I was seven, so long ago
Now I'm seventy, but even so
Whenever I gaze at the ev'ning sky
It sets my mind and thoughts awry
And still I wonder why
I wonder why.

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