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' things, 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.
