When the grass is grey and round it are stones
When the sun glitters on the stones, they become water
When the clouds slip by faster, the wind blows harder
When the wind blows the leaves to smithereens, sunlight falls on the grass
When the grass is grey and round it are stones
When the sun glitters on the stones, they become water
When the clouds slip by faster, the wind blows harder
When the wind blows the leaves to smithereens, sunlight falls on the grass