The book I bought yesterday I started to read I found a small marigold pressed between leaves And in that small marigold, well, I found a note saying, "Please won't you write to me 'cause I'm so alone" So I'm going to write back today Yes, I'm going to write right away I started "Dear Marigold," not knowing her name "I just had to write to you 'cause I feel the same "You sound like the marigold that I found today The beauty was there to be found but fading away "So I'm writing to you today Yes, I'm writing to you right away As I started writing, well what can I say I got to thinking where are you today Brown leather cover, ripped, tattered, and torn It's been such a long, long time since the flower was born There's no need to write back today I'm not going write right away Just like a swan she is gliding, drifting from here unto there She has no thoughts of dying, winter does not mean despair Warm summer nights left behind her, thinking of things that she's done Once were her friends all around her, but now she is only one Swan, swan keep your feet off the ground Keep flying around It's lonely you've found You were left on your own You didn't do right not to take off and fly when your friends left that night There's no need to write back today I'm not going write right away Someday I know you'll see something that will bring back the memories of gold You'll meet the friends that did leave you No more to be left in the cold And just like a swan you'll be gliding, drifting from here unto there You'll have no thoughts of dying 'cause winter did not mean despair