Let the Children Pick the Flowers
I recall one Sunday morning
On my way to Sunday school
The sun was brightly shining down
The morning air was cool
Me and brother saw some flowers
Growing by the garden gate
Mamma said don't pick the flowers boys
They're not for us to take
Then a voice from in the garden
Made us turn around and stare
We saw an old, old lady
Sittin' in a rocking chair
And when she got up to come our way
We could tell she couldn't see
She said let them pick the flowers
That's their way of lovin' me
Let the children pick the flowers
Let them see the beauty there
Let them study God's creations
That were grown with love and care
Let the children pick the flowers
That's what God's own words would be
Let the little one's pick the flowers
That's their way of lovin' me
Have you ever really wondered
What are flowers growing for
Maybe God made them for children
Just to pick forever more
For as long as roses ramble
And they meet the morning dew
Let the children pick the flowers
That's their way of lovin' you
Let the children pick the flowers
Let them see the beauty there
Let them study God's creations
That were grown with love and care
Let the children pick the flowers
That's what God's own words would be
Let the little one's pick the flowers
That's their way of lovin' me
Let the children pick the flowers
That's what God's own words would be
Let the little one's pick the flowers
That's their way of lovin' me
On my way to Sunday school
The sun was brightly shining down
The morning air was cool
Me and brother saw some flowers
Growing by the garden gate
Mamma said don't pick the flowers boys
They're not for us to take
Then a voice from in the garden
Made us turn around and stare
We saw an old, old lady
Sittin' in a rocking chair
And when she got up to come our way
We could tell she couldn't see
She said let them pick the flowers
That's their way of lovin' me
Let the children pick the flowers
Let them see the beauty there
Let them study God's creations
That were grown with love and care
Let the children pick the flowers
That's what God's own words would be
Let the little one's pick the flowers
That's their way of lovin' me
Have you ever really wondered
What are flowers growing for
Maybe God made them for children
Just to pick forever more
For as long as roses ramble
And they meet the morning dew
Let the children pick the flowers
That's their way of lovin' you
Let the children pick the flowers
Let them see the beauty there
Let them study God's creations
That were grown with love and care
Let the children pick the flowers
That's what God's own words would be
Let the little one's pick the flowers
That's their way of lovin' me
Let the children pick the flowers
That's what God's own words would be
Let the little one's pick the flowers
That's their way of lovin' me
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Writer(s): Robert Daniel Russell
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