Flowers of Love

Some are red
Some are blue
Most are nameless
For me and you

Some get cut down
Some grow wild
Some blaze like the devil
Some glow like a child

Some are for temples
Some for the fair
Some for a secret one
Waiting out there

Some are for sending
Some are to mend
Some for the broken
A few for the end

Flowers of love
Flowers of love

Some made of plastic
Some made of ground
Some get lost
Some get around

Some make garlands
Some for a wreath
Some in a bouquet
Down in the creek

Flowers of love
Flowers of love

Some for a bottle
Some for a vase
Some in the shadows
On a stranger’s face

Some are for drunk nights
Ending in dew
You try to forget them
But they hold on to you

Flowers of love
Flowers of love

Some for the water
Some for the land
One from a hill
For a lonesome hand

Some are for dresses
Some pinned to a shirt
Moving together
In the wind & the dirt

Flowers of love
Flowers of love

Some like the ditch
Some make the train
Some like to lay back
In the summer rain

Some grow fast
Some so slow
Some times you give up
The only one you know

Flowers of love
Flowers of love