The Wild Flowers
‘Twas the wild flowers I preferred
Who owed nothing to nobody
Who blossomed in the ditches
And made their own way in the world
‘Twas the wild flowers I admired
Who never done nothing to you
But driven from the garden
They sang their own songs in the spring
You can have your lily
You can have your rose
That were taken and broken
And bred by people
They were grafted and lamed
Twisted and tamed
But the wild flowers I enjoyed
They had nothing to do with you
They flowered by the roadside
And they wore their own colours in the sun
That were there before you
Will be there after you
That will out, that will out
Like your own true nature
You can try, you can try
That you never will defeat
The wild flowers I admired
They had nothing to do with you
But banished from the garden
They made their own way in the world
They wore their own colours in the sun
And they sang their own songs in the spring
One Response
March 19th, 2007 at 12:21 pm
Quite a beautiful song.