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