(sylvester / clarke)

The book i bought yesterday

I started to read

I found a small marigold

Pressed between leaves



And in that small marigold,

Well, i found a note

Saying, "please won't you write to me

'cause i'm so alone"



So i'm going to write back today

Yes, i'm going to write right away



I started "dear marigold,"

Not knowing her name

"i just had to write to you

'cause i feel the same



"you sound like the marigold

That i found today

The beauty was there to be found

But fading away



"so i'm writing to you today

Yes, i'm writing to you right away



As i started writing,

Well what can i say

I got to thinking

Where are you today



Brown leather cover,

Ripped, tattered, and torn

It's been such a long, long time

Since the flower was born



There's no need to write back today

I'm not going write right away



Just like a swan she is gliding,

Drifting from here unto there

She has no thoughts of dying,

Winter does not mean despair



Warm summer nights left behind her,

Thinking of things that she's done

Once were her friends all around her,

But now she is only one



Swan, swan keep your feet off the ground

Keep flying around

It's lonely you've found

You were left on your own

You didn't do right

Not to take off and fly

When your friends left that night



Chorus



Someday i know you'll see something

That will bring back the memories of gold

You'll meet the friends that did leave you

No more to be left in the cold



And just like a swan you'll be gliding,

Drifting from here unto there

You'll have no thoughts of dying

'cause winter did not mean despair


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