A Flower Is a Lovesome Thing

A flower is a love something. A luscious living love Something. A daffodil, a rose, no matter Where it grows, is such a lovely Love something. A flower is the heart of Spring That makes the rolling hillside Sing. The gentle winds that blow, blow Gently, for they know A flower is a love something. Playing in the Breeze, Swaying with the Trees. In the silent night Or in the morning light, such a Miracle. Azaleas drinking pale Moonbeams. Gardenias floating through Daydreams. Wherever it may grow, no matter Where you go, A flower is a love Something. Playing in the Breeze, Swaying with the Trees. In the silent night Or in the morning light, Such a miracle. Azaleas drinking pale Moonbeams. Gardenias floating through Daydreams. Wherever it may grow, no matter Where you go, A flower is a love something. A flower is a love Something