All the fields are brown
And the sky is blue
Going for a walk
Is what we like to do

What’s that by the fence?
Some old machinery?
Good enough for a blip?
And some poetry?

Maybe. You decide.
I wouldn’t want to say.
I’m here for the walk
It’s such a lovely day

All the fields are brown
And the sky is blue
Going for a walk
Is what we like to do

If there should come a time
When I say not today
Take me by the hand
And say let’s go anyway