(A Song) br br When I lay down br In a clover place, br With eyelids closed, br In a clover place, br A little wind came to my face. br br br One gentle wind br Blew on my mouth, br And I said, 'It will quiver by. br What little wind now can it be?' br And I lay still br Where the clovers were. br br br But when I raised my lids to see, br Then it was a butterfly.