Flower Child Lyrics

I met a child

A very strange enchanted child

He walks the land few get to scour

With on his finger a ring and in his palm a flower

With a hop and a dance his feet move through hills

And in those who listen his philosophy he instills

The child had little time to speak for he is on a quest

He is in search of a flower he can call the very best

A poppy with a color that we are yet to see

A daisy with a passion for film, or could it be

A rose with thorns that taste like ginger?

A tulip to make your Dutch partner weep as you bring her

My mother loved flowers, my dad brought her many

She loved the gesture but she wondered "can he

Pick me one flower prettiest of its kind

The last flower I'll ever need, what would he find?"

My father never saw the magic in the petals

He never tried but I will find the one that settles

My mother's desire for the prettiest flower