The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Amongst the fields, above the seas,
Amongst the winds at play.

Amongst the lowing of the herds,
And the rustling of the trees,
Amongst the melodious songs of birds,
And the humming of the bees.

The foolish fears of what might happen,
I cast them all away,
Amongst the clover-scented grass
Amongst the newly mown hay.

Amongst the husking of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born
Out in the fields with God.