The flower; it's blooming. The flower, the flower; it's blooming. It was oh so afraid of the wind that blew, and its un noticed and now that flower right there is blooming out.
The flower; it's blooming. The flower, the flower; it's blooming. It was oh so afraid of the wind that blew, and its un noticed and now that flower right there is blooming out. \"Bloom.\"
The flower, the flower; it's blooming. The flower, the flower; it's blooming. It goes unnoticed and then the last flower here had bloomed.
\"I see no flower here.\" \"No flower should have ever grown here.\" An old story people told; some believed, some really thought, That their thoughts, weren't wrong but they lived a lie.
No one with any sense laid their eyes on this flower, Those who had were only crying for attention they need. But believe when I say, but believe when I say that the, last flower, here has been, blooming before our own eyes.
The flower; it's blooming. The flower, the flower; it's blooming. It was oh so afraid of the wind that blew, and its un noticed and now that flower right there is blooming out.