Birchfield Lyrics

Rolling down a hill of wildflowers

Summer breeze blows pollen through the air

I think I'll be here for a long time

Watching as the sunlight hits your hair

Someday when the flowers start to fade

The golden petals will fall like rain

But now the poppies are in bloom

And all my memories are of you

When you pull up a chair and you cut my hair

You make me feel like a man

You make me understand

The way you like to do

Call my name, call it loud

The next time you feel alone

Just close your eyes and open up your mind

Think of us sitting in the park on a sunny day

Someday when the flowers start to fade

The golden petals will fall like rain

But now the poppies are in bloom

And all my memories are of you