Song Description

celtic sounding female vocal

Lyrics

WILDFLOWERS
Boustead,McGregor

I wake to the music of sparrow and dove
Watch the light of morning come over the mountain
Into my room on the second floor
I love this life but I long for more

I think about the kind and passionate man
Who visits these ground and waters my garden
His muscular frame and beautiful face
I know how much I need this grace

He brings a gift of wildflowers, wildflowers
Fills my room with wildflowers, wildflowers


Now the sky has opened and it's rained for days
Through this leaded window no sign of forgiveness
The trees are heavy with olives and fruit
There's always planting or picking to do

So I weave this sweater and I weave this dream
And send it on the wings of a messenger raven
Down the road and beyond these woods
And I know one day he'll come for good

And bring a gift of wildflowers, wildflowers
He'll fill my room with wildflowers, wildflowers