Next time I come around
I think I’d like to be a clover
And then when that life is over
I think I could be a human again

Then, next time I come around
I could be a bunch of roses
(Everybody loves some roses)
And then I could be a human again

Or I could be a chanterelle
And all of my mycelium
Would help me stay in touch
With everybody that I loved
I’d never have to say a word
and I would still be felt and heard
And maybe this will sound absurd
But that would be enough

Oh, next time I come around
I think I'd like a go at soaring
Laying low is growing boring
And then I could be a human again

Or I could be a willow tree
And weep for what will never be
And nobody would chide me
For the hours I spend weeping
I would live among the other trees
And dance with every passing breeze
And never ever have to sneeze
Or feel bad for sleeping

Oh, next time I come around
I think I’d like to be a something
Who loves everything, fears nothing
And then I could be a human again

Lord please give me something easy
Make my next life light and breezy
And then I can be a human again

Yes, then I could be a human again