The flowers bloom yellow
February 7, 2006
The flowers bloom yellow in the field
My father’s voice comes and sings to me
When will it be time to yield
The time has gone, the bells have pealed
The world somehow has ceased to be
The flowers bloom yellow in the field
The stick has come for me to wield
Why the urge for me to flee
When will it be time to yield
My wounds have not yet been healed
There is only one thing I see
The flowers bloom yellow in the field
When will it be time to yield
I can no longer keep climbing the tree
The stick has come for me to wield
The time has gone, the bells have pealed
Someone somewhere is touching me
The flowers bloom yellow in the field
When will it be time to yield
