Lovely Now

I worked as hard as anyone could do I worked for them, I even worked for you, Am I lovely now, tell me, am I lovely now? I felt as useful as any tool, Just fold me up next to the carpenter’s rule Am I lovely now, tell me, am I lovely now? Whose field is this? Whose sunshine and whose rain? Whose plot is this? Whose plow and whose pain? Oh, would you cut me now? Is that the marketable plan? Even the mower Sometimes lets the lily stand. Birds conspire with the summer clouds No bottom line, no cheering crowds... Am I lovely now, tell me, am I lovely now? (whistling) Am I lovely now, tell me, am I lovely now? Whose field is this? Whose sunshine and whose rain? Whose plot is this? Whose plow and whose pain? Oh, would you cut me now? Is that the marketable plan? Even the mower Sometimes lets the lily stand. Some need to bloom, others need to sing But the sweetest work is in the Being In the Being, in the Being, Being Now... Whose field is this? Whose sunshine and whose rain? Whose plot is this? Whose plow and whose pain? Oh, would you cut me now? Is that the marketable plan? ‘Cause even the mower Sometimes lets the lily stand.