| I don’t know how long I stand at the window
|
| Watching crosswinds erase all her tracks in the snow
|
| In her mind, it’s springtime, she goes to pick some flowers
|
| In the cold dead winter, when no flowers grow
|
| Many doctors have tried
|
| But tried in vain, to make my darling well
|
| They say it would take a miracle
|
| And only time will tell
|
| Her mind is in another world
|
| Her own little world
|
| So she picks flowers in the cold dead of winter
|
| At a time no flowers grow
|
| There was a time when her mind was sound
|
| When she picked pretty flowers in the spring
|
| She and little Mac and I would take to the country
|
| When we heard the first Robin sing
|
| We loaded our car with daisies
|
| Blue buns, buttercups and marigolds
|
| But life had a way of bringing the winter
|
| And a time when no flowers grow
|
| Little Mac had been making a snowman
|
| And you know how little kids are
|
| They soon get tired of playin' one game
|
| Well, Mac had crawled under the car
|
| His mama twirled the keys, she threw me a kiss
|
| And said, «Watch little Mac, don’t let him get cold»
|
| Well, that was two years ago and it’s winter again
|
| And a time when no flowers grow
|
| I know there’s a star called little Mac
|
| Somewhere up there, with the rest
|
| And maybe someday, she’ll see it
|
| But then, maybe for her, this way is the best
|
| I watched her arrange bare branches in a vase
|
| Her flowers, she picked from the snow
|
| And sometimes, they look like flowers to me
|
| At a time, when no flowers grow
|
| I don’t know how long I stand at the window
|
| Watching crosswinds erase all her tracks in the snow
|
| In her mind, it’s springtime and she goes to pick some flowers
|
| In the cold dead of winter, when no flowers grow
|
| In the cold dead of winter, when no flowers grow |