I shall go to the woods One summer’s afternoon. I shall go to hear the cuckoo cry And listen to the jackdaw croon.
I shall go to seek shelter from the summer heat Against the cool of the tree bark. The mantra of old evergreen pines is heard: Tales of Norse gods, and their lark.
I shall go to visit the heron Who waits by the stream. Patiently, she strides down the brook Until she catches the small bream.
I shall do all these things Missing the city, where I roam – I shall go to the woods And then, I shall go home.