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The Worthless Son-in-Laws
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Francesca the Field of Flowers in Our House
The sun gets up, but we can wait Morning glory wants to sleep a little late. After an hour, it will be time To wake my pretty, procrastinating columbine.
You're as full of life as they come My joyful peppermint geranium; Calm and kind, what a spirit you've got, I'm in awe--you are a true forget-me-not.
It's Saturday, in field and arbor, In the greening garden--all over.
You're pulling flats in an antique wagon Painted poppies following my fine snapdragon; And there's a smile--I hope you know I want you to be my only heirloom rose.
In the yard, new leaves, Slow honeybees, drunk with spring.
And I am buzzing with that sense of purpose, I am dizzy, doing circles in the doorway; I'm homing in on a favorite-- Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It's you, it's you, it's you--and I will have no other.
If we take a walk around Cedar Lake I always want to travel in your jasmine wake; If we're on the couch, I take a look: I see a delicate delphinium, pressed into a book. Folding up the evening hours With my sweet south-of-the-border sunflower, You're my comfort, you're my love, You're my shooting star, my lily, my foxglove . . .
In the air, vines climbing; Roots intertwining underground.
And I just want to put you in my pocket, Pick you up, and dance you down the hallway; I'm holding on to a favorite-- It's you, it's you, it's you--and I will have no other.
Every moment, every hue, fully saturated; You're the field of flowers growing in our house.
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