I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
(Tufty Version)
I wandered lonely along as if I was a cloud
That floats on high over vales and hills
When all at once I looked down and saw a crowd
And in my path there was a host of golden daffodils
So check it
The kind of sight that puts your mind at ease
I saw beside the lake and beneath the trees
And they moved me
Like they were based on the quays
They were fluttering and dancing inside the breeze, it's indefinite
Just like the stars that shine up in the belt of Orion
Across to the Milky Way
They stretched along the coast in a never ending line
All across the water margin of the gold and silver bay
Must have been ten thousand I saw in my retina
No more than a glance then I register they're beautiful etc
I never knew in advance but they were tossing up their heads like a pogo dance

In a contrast to the plants that were way beside them
They really crushed and sparkled added to the marvel
When the writer couldn't help feeling bright like a sunbeam
Because the flowers and the waves they were quite something
Across the spot, just lost the plot just
Watched and watched all the yellow and green
And at the time I didn't really have to pay them no mind
But when I think back to the day it was a hell of a scene
So often when I'm on my couch just sitting
In a vague mood or idle position
With nothing to do, my face screwed time ticking
Got to rewind to my vision
I get a flashback in my mind's eye
Feel the bliss of solitude from the hindsight
My heart fills up until the pressure will spill
Yeah I'm taken back to dancing with the daffodils.

Respect Wordsworth


I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.