A flower is a lovesome thing
A luscious living lovesome thing
A daffodil, a rose, no matter where it grows
Is such a lovely lovesome thing
A flower is the heart of spring
That makes the rolling hillsides sing
The gentle winds that blow
Blow gently for they know
A flower is a lovesome thing
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 lovesome thing
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 lovesome thing
A flower is a lovesome thing
