With a flower on the tip of my

muddy shoes I'm walking toward

the Lord, happily singing.

With a flower on the tip of my muddy shoes

I go my way with a light heart

I've picked a flower of hope

Among the budding wheat

Among the adolescents

And winter evenings

I've picked the flower of hope

In the love of the Lord

Toward Him I am advancing

With a heartful of songs

I found along my way

A flower in the sunshine

It chased away

My desperate tears

In my heart,

The wealth of a see of eternity

Carries me with the happiness