All the pretty flowers
Its been many summers,
And many moons,
Since ive been on the shore,
With you,
All the pretty flowers,
Under the willow tree,
Have grown,
Sway with your grace,
They bow to the sublime moon,
With the sweet light,
of your lovely face,
You can sway,
Whatever way you desire,
In whatever dress you wear,
And all the pretty flowers,
Can never surpass,
Your love and beauty,
