The Windmill Song

Sitting on my windmill, looking down the world goes round and round, round and round. Sitting on my windmill, looking down the world goes round and round, round and round and the clouds are changing round and there are patterns to be found but I can't see them. Potato printed in the sky so dogs, old men and sheep can fly in freedom.

Sitting on my windmill, looking down the world goes round and round, round and round. Sitting on my windmill, looking down the world goes round and round, round and round and the grass is moving round and daisies pin pricked in the ground are gently dancing. Politely bow and dose doe and pirouette on tippy toes then parting.

Sitting on my windmill, looking down the world goes round and round, round and round. Sitting on my windmill, looking down the world goes round and round, round and round and the waves are rolling round and passing boats can all be found, riding white horses. Cotton coated cavalry uniting both the sand and sea in pure bliss.

Sitting on my windmill, looking down the world goes round and round, round and round. Hmm-mm on my windmill.

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