Pretty Flowers

I will pick you pretty flowers
In the Springtime when they grow.
And when they die I'll paint a pretty picture
Of the Winter's cold and snow.

I'm not one to take my feelings
And put them down in words
And I've never made a melody
That all the world has heard.

But I will pick you pretty flowers
In the Springtime when they grow.
When they die I'll paint a pretty picture
Of the Winter's cold and snow.

I don't have to shout from the rooftops
To know my love is true.
Because you know and I know
And all I need is you.

And I will pick you pretty flowers
In the Springtime when they grow.
And when they die I'll paint a pretty picture
Of the Winter's cold and snow.

I will pick you pretty flowers
In the Springtime when they grow.



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Michael Teague
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