The morning light descends from dreams

As the storm blows over, and the world, it just gleams

Like a great, blue wonder with a flower in her hands

As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song

The morning light descends from dreams

As the storm blows over, and the world, it just seems

Like a dime store lover with a flower in her hand

As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song

Love is always on the edge of the greatest and the least

But the help is hard to fathom, he’s a liar and a priest

Lift your head and breathe deeply with a flower in your hand

As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song\

Time will take its toll

Get lost or let it go

The morning light descends from dreams

As the storm blows over, and the world, it just gleams

Like a great, blue wonder with a flower in her hands

As the whispering wind sings a sad, sad song