The flower; it's blooming.

The flower, the flower; it's blooming.

It was oh so afraid of the wind that

blew, and its Sun

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 Sun

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 Sun

noticed and now that flower right there

is blooming out.