Paroles Language of the flowers Okee Dokee Brothers (The)

Language of the flowers

I could listen for hours to the daffodils and have a conversation with a rose
I use to speak the language of the flowers, but now I can't remember how it goes
I could hear all the secrets of the marigolds, they hid a little message in their scents
I use to speak the language of the flowers, but now I can't remember how it goes

Can you tell me, I've forgotten how it goes, the words no longer come back in the spring
But if I stop to smell the flowers, would it remind me of the hours, when I always had the time to hear them sing
Nowadays I pass right by the irises, and I can only see if a rose is white or red

I use to speak the language of the flowers, but now I can't remember what they said
Can you tell me, I've forgotten how it goes, the words no longer come back in the spring
But if I stop to smell the flowers, would it remind me of the hours, when I always had the time to hear them sing

you are my flower, my wildflower, you make me happy through rain and snow
from sun and water comes sons and daughters and you show us how good it is to grow

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Can you tell me, I've forgotten how it goes, the words no longer come back in the spring
But if I stop to smell the flowers, would it remind me of the hours, when I always had the time to hear them sing