The Nits - The Flowers lyrics
[The Nits - The Flowers lyrics]
She is walking through the snowflakes
On the churchyard
With a small bunch of flowers in her hand
She's putting it on a gravestone
Of a young soldier
Who died on the desert sand
And it hurts and it hurts
The song in her head
Where the flowers are gone
And the young men are dead
And the girls are alone with the hours
Life is floating away in a small red river
On the desert sand a river of pictures
A movie of 20 years is flowing
Through his head
The flowers where are the flowers
She was picking alone in a meadow
A summer a long time ago life was endless
A desert an ocean
The host of a talk show is laughing
And laughing and people talk about the
Interior of their houses and how they
How they want to change it
And it hurts and it hurts
The song in her head
Where the flowers are gone
And the young men are dead
And the girls are alone with the hours
The Apache wandered lonely as a cloud
O'r vales and hills
When all at once he saw a crowd
A host of red poppies in a field
And the flowers where are the flowers
She was picking alone in a meadow
A summer a long time ago life was endless
A desert an ocean
The flowers where are the flowers
The hours the years
Where are the flowers
Sometimes you dream the desert is an ocean
You dive deeper and deeper
You cannot find him
On the churchyard
With a small bunch of flowers in her hand
She's putting it on a gravestone
Of a young soldier
Who died on the desert sand
And it hurts and it hurts
The song in her head
Where the flowers are gone
And the young men are dead
And the girls are alone with the hours
Life is floating away in a small red river
On the desert sand a river of pictures
A movie of 20 years is flowing
Through his head
The flowers where are the flowers
She was picking alone in a meadow
A summer a long time ago life was endless
A desert an ocean
The host of a talk show is laughing
And laughing and people talk about the
Interior of their houses and how they
How they want to change it
And it hurts and it hurts
The song in her head
Where the flowers are gone
And the young men are dead
And the girls are alone with the hours
The Apache wandered lonely as a cloud
O'r vales and hills
When all at once he saw a crowd
A host of red poppies in a field
And the flowers where are the flowers
She was picking alone in a meadow
A summer a long time ago life was endless
A desert an ocean
The flowers where are the flowers
The hours the years
Where are the flowers
Sometimes you dream the desert is an ocean
You dive deeper and deeper
You cannot find him