Over The Town

I would fly as a bat, as a bat Over the spire and the steeple When the moon is high in the sky And the streets are thin of people I would fly as an owl, as an owl When the fox pads through the wood Where the mouse in its shelter quakes And the badger tends her brood I would fly as a lark, as a lark To the sun on a windy day When the breeze shakes the heads of corn Like a child's rattle at play I would fly as a wren, a wren Hidden by secret mist When the evening dews come down And the lake is by moonlight kissed