The wheel goes round—the wheel goes round
With drip and whir and plash,
It keeps all green the grassy ground,
The alder, beech and ash.
The ferns creep out 'mid mosses cool,
Forget-me-nots are found
Blue in the shadow by the pool—
And still the wheel goes round.
Round goes the wheel, round goes the wheel,
The foam is white like cream,