Songs

You lovely flowers the flowers she gave
You'll lie besides me when I'm in my grave
I know you know me, I know you can see
The secret pain at the heart of me
You should be withered and old and dry
And yet you're wet, can you tell me why?

Despite the plentiful tears I shed
Like your love, your flowers will always be dead
For spring and winter may come and may go
But withered flowers will never grow
So sleep by me in my lonely grave
You lovely flowers, the flow’rs she gave

But should she ever be wand'ring nearby
And think of me with a tearful eye
I'd tell my flowers, "appear, appear,
The winter is over and springtime is here"

Yes should she ever be wand'ring nearby
And think of me with a tearful eye
I'd tell my flowers, "appear, appear,
The winter is over and springtime is here"

I'd tell my flowers, "appear, appear,
For winter is over and springtime is here"