Field of Clover
It’s hard all day; the work’s a killer.
I just wish it were over!
I cannot wait to end the day
to lay on my field of clover!
My field of clover is my safe place,
where only good thoughts remain.
The sun, the moon, the smell in the air
they help to keep me sane.
We should all possess a place to go
that’s like my field of clover.
So, you can go and stay awhile
when your long day is over.
Now, if your stay upon your field
should interrupt your day,
then, rest your head upon the green
and sleep your fears away!
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