This is just another lonely summer
I have seen this happen
all too many times now
this is yet another boring day
for a lazy grass-eating cow.
Pastures greener
it's a wish of a dreamer
at the best of the farms
she was kissing in somebody's arms.
watching the bull's back
something wild in the haystack
bunch of beautiful flowers
in the necklace of hers.
I wanted to sow
but it was not me in the hay mow
it was sweaty midsummer night
it was my loneliest plight.
Could not stand the roar
I was sulking by the barn door
it was living life of a monk
rubbing against a tree trunk.
August they were wed
biggest party at the cowshed
grass was my only dope
I looked for a rope.
They moved to another town
next winter had a deep frown
then new summer, and new flush
and new bull to take my crush.