Atop a bed of clovers
I lie and wish away
the days of burden fallen on me
under willows that softly sway

Under potent clouds and sun
i beg and plead and say:
"let this time and times go on without me
alone, I'll gladly stay"

Without charm and devoid of peace
i taint my every day
so now i wish the sky to hear me:
"Let the world go on and play"

Atop a bed of clovers
I still lie here day by day
I whisper "please forget about me,"
I guess you have to yell when you pray