(John Denver)

So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter

Fear that is with-in you now that seems to never end

And the dreams that have escaped you

And the hope that you've forgotten

And you tell me that you need me now

And you want to be my friend

And you wonder where we're going,

Where's the rhyme and where's the reason,

And it's you cannot accept it is here we must begin

To seek the wisdom of the children

And the graceful way of flowers in the wind



For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers

Their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day

Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow

They're a promise of the future and a blessing for today.



'Tho the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us

The sun is slowly fading and it's colder than the sea

It is written from the desert to the mountains they shall lead us

By the hand and by the heart they will comfort you and me

In their innocence and trusting they will teach us to be free



For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers

Their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day

And the song that I am singing is a prayer to non-believers

Come and stand beside us, we can find a better way