Rosebay, willow-herb and common poppy

Garnish each enchanting meadow

Sweet fragrances and alluring hues

Draw rapt villagers to every window

 

Flowers can be double-edged swords

Marking endless sorrow and pain

I can recall the time my father died

The old tin bath where wreaths were lain

 

Deadly nightshade or belladonna

Lurks on limestone and dry chalk

Consume those lush black berries

Perhaps you nevermore will walk

 

Flowers are double-edged swords

Marking endless sorrow and pain

I can recall the time my father died

The old tin bath where wreaths were lain

 

Bumblebees and their kin hover and weave

Performing floral miracles we can't believe

 

Flowers are double-edged swords

Marking endless sorrow and pain

I can recall the time my father died

The old tin bath where wreaths were lain