A flower is a lovesome thing
A luscious living lovesome thing
A daffodil, a rose
No matter where it goes
Is such a little lovesome thing
A flower is the heart of spring
That makes the rolling hillsides sing
The gentle winds that blow
Blow gently for they know
A flower is a lovesome thing
Playing in the breeze
Swaying in the trees
In the silent night
Or in the morning light
Such a miracle
Azaleas drinking pale moonbeams
Gardenias floating through daydreams
Wherever they may go
No matter where it goes
A flower is a lovesome thing"