Текст песни Flowers

When I was a boy i ran among the flowers Looking left and right at the bright array I played through the spring, whiled away the hours Lingered with the flowers every day Flowers, pretty flowers, Flowers, life's bouquet Flowers, pretty flowers, Flowers, along the way Flowers, pretty flowers, Flowers, life's bouquet Flowers, pretty flowers, Flowers, along the way When the summer ends and the storms of life are over When the winter comes and the petals fall away They may write it on my stone, "He was just a roller But he stopped to pick some flowers along the way" Flowers, pretty flowers, Flowers, life's bouquet Flowers, picked some flowers, Along the way