  Dunno a heap about the what an’ why, Can’t say’s I ever knowed. Heaven to me’s a fair blue stretch of sky, Earth’s jest a dusty road. Dunno the names o’ things, nor what they are, Can’t say’s I ever will. Dunno about God—he’s jest the noddin’ star Atop the windy hill. Dunno about Life—it’s jest a tramp alone From wakin’-time to doss. Dunno about Death—it’s jest a quiet stone All over-grey wi’ moss. An’ why I live, an’ why the old world spins, Are things I never knowed; My mark’s the gypsy fires, the lonely inns, An’ jest the dusty road. |
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