Hi pretty dear, autumn's walking in. And the gra**
In the field is dry. Flowers like you love anew every
Year, there's no time to call you mine.
I'm a weed and no you won't believe it. Ain't it
Grand how love is blind? So, let the snow close
Your eyes for the night and think of dandelion.
Oh how I wish I could hold you near, feeling our
Stems entwined. But I feel the breeze of the wind
In the trees and I know that means good-bye.
See me bleeding do you have to see me like this?
Why must you watch me cry? Just let the snow close
Your pretty eyes. And think of your dandelion...