Children & Flowers
You came in riding on a white dove’s wing
Wrapped in its beauty, you never felt a thing
No wanting, needing cause you always had
You think that nothing means nothing’s ever bad
Chorus:
Here’s to the children and flowers who pay by the hours
And never have to win
Because when there is no choosing, there is no losing
And everyone plays in the wind
You say you are feeling things you don’t understand
And tears are falling in the palms of your hand
Your little white dove now is crying too
So happy you feel love and I feel love for you
Chorus +
And everyone plays in the wind, and everyone plays in the wind
by: José Duarte