Does the Swallow Dream of Flying

Does the swallow dream of flying As it sleeps on the wing Does it long for the summer As it flies home for spring Does Daisy feel a sadness At the last rays of sun Does the wind feel a gladness At the work that it's done I won't go making mountains Out of molehills Any more I won't go chasing windmills Round in circles Any more I won't go preaching sermons To the choir what's it for? I won't go through the motions anymore Does the river ever wonder What will come round the bend? As it twists and meanders Down its slow descent I looked out over London With my last cup of tea My gaze was returned by Grey cloud and steel