Something has gone missing
From the graveyard plots
Someone has been stealing
The flowers in their pots
Offerings of memory
And of love and grief
Traded for a pittance
By a flower thief.
This garland's for the flower thief
To tell you of the sadness that I feel
I've made it out of words and sounds
I've made it so it's difficult to steal.
Those flowers may not mean much
To the dear departed
But matter to the living
And to the broken hearted
The greedy like the lifeless
Aren't looking to the skies
They cannot see beyond
The coins stuck on their eyes.
This garland's for the flower thief
To tell you of the sadness that I feel
I've made it out of words and sounds
I've made it so it's difficult to steal.
The money's ever scarcer
The landlord's at the door
Needles in the churchyard
Lives outside the law.
And those that hold the power
And are your hardship's cause
They steal more than a flower
Their greed eclipses yours.
This garland's for the flower thief
To tell you of the sadness that I feel
I've made it out of words and sounds
I've made it so it's difficult to steal.