Lyrics

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host, of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee A poet could not be but gay In such a jocund company I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pеnsive mood They flash upon that inward eyе Which is the bliss of solitude And then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils