The Feast of Flowers Lyrics

The Feast of Flowers in the evening hours

The world is ours at the Feast of Flowers

Open the curtain of the past again

The breeze is so inviting

A fragrant spell

Is springing

From an ancient well

An almost island in-between the seas

Where hearts of palm are beating

Cicadas making music

Clouds gathering above

This land that we love

The sound of sails on a foamy shore

When tall ships were invading

Wood and steel

And secrets

The Western World concealed

Shouts of welcome in a local tongue

Gifts of tabby and coquina

The feast for them was ending

When it had just begun

In this land that they loved

Their stories buried under sandy soil

Secrets still worth keeping

They're safer from harm

Clay pots and sacred charms

And flowers

The Feast of Flowers blooms on Spanish towers

Reveal yours powers, it's feast on the flowers

Built by citrus picked by darkest hands

Lonely farmlands still remind me

Before them stood plantations

Our sordid history

Overbrimming with the fruits of toil

It was a feast for masters only

Unknown slaves who labored

Bless them everyone

In this land under the sun

In the garden when the moon is high

The gator's eyes are gleaming

An inverse world reflected

Changing with the tide

The Swanee river running ever wild

The St. John's fleeing northward

Baptizing with beauty

Cleansing holy ground

In this feast where all is found

A land of plenty and a land of poor

No halcyon days of yore

The past is unforgiving

The present's giving more

Than flowers

Pull back the curtain of the past again

Examine it unflinching

Like citrus trees we're grafted

To what came before

Stories built on stories

Forevermore

This land where we were born!

A feast of joy and pain

And the fossilized remains

Of flowers

The Feast of Flowers in the evening hours

The world is ours at the Feast of Flowers