The darkest valley. The highest mountain. We walk in the name of our brave. The rushing river. The bloomingflower. Descended from heaven we embrace. The steps we take. And the pain from journey
of my thoughts. What if my seasons don't change. What if you love me then you love me not. And we fade away. You're my little flower. Blooming in the night. Only for an hour. The northern lights. My
love him and called me his flower. That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour. Oh, I long to see him and regret the dark hour. He's gone and neglected this pale wildwood flower
, she taught me to love her and call me her flower. That was blooming to cheer her through life's dreary hour. Oh, I long to see her and regret the dark hour. She's gone and neglected her pale wildwood
, she taught me to love her and call me her flower. That was blooming to cheer her through life's dreary hour. Oh, I long to see her and regret the dark hour. She's gone and neglected her pale wildwood
love him and call me his flower. That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour. Oh I long to see him and regret the dark hour. He's gone and neglected his pale wildwood flower
, she taught me to love her and call me her flower. That was blooming to cheer her through life's dreary hour. Oh, I long to see her and regret the dark hour. She's gone and neglected her pale wildwood
A beautiful flower by the gates sits for hours. And for day, she has a dream of being plucked to trouble, far away. She's almost certain he won't come. She really wants to be the one, that he puts