Dunno a heap about the what an' why, Can't say's I ever knowed. Heaven to me's a fair blue stretch of sky, Earth's jest a dusty road. Dunno the names o' thigs, nor what they are, Can't say's I ever will. Dunno about God - he's jest the noddin' star Atop the windy hill. Dunno about Life - it's jest a tramp alone, From wakin'-time to doss. Dunno about Death - it's jest a quiet stone All over-grey wi' moss. An' why I live, an' why the old world spins, Are things I never knowed. My mark's the gypsy fires, the lonely inns, An' jest the dusty road.