The Flower Lady
๐ต 1032 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:00 duration
๐ ID: 15385496
๐ Lyrics
Millionaires and paupers walk the lonely street
Rich and poor companions of the restless feet
Strangers in a foreign land
Strike a match with a tremblin' hand
Learn too much to ever understand
But nobody's buyin' flowers
From the flower lady
Poets agonize they cannot find the words
Stone stares at the sculptor, says "Are you absurd?"
Painter paints his brushes black
Through the canvas runs a crack
Portrait of the pain never answers back
But nobody's buyin' flowers
From the flower lady
But nobody's buyin' flowers
From the flower lady
Feeble aged people almost to their knees
Complain about the present usin' memories
Never found their pot of gold
Wrinkled hands found weary holes
Each line screams out "You're old, you're old, you're old"
But nobody's buyin' flowers
From the flower lady
Flower lady hobbles home without a sale
Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail
Not a pause to hold a rose
Even she no longer knows
The lamp goes out, the evening now is close
But nobody's buyin' flowers
From the flower lady
Rich and poor companions of the restless feet
Strangers in a foreign land
Strike a match with a tremblin' hand
Learn too much to ever understand
But nobody's buyin' flowers
From the flower lady
Poets agonize they cannot find the words
Stone stares at the sculptor, says "Are you absurd?"
Painter paints his brushes black
Through the canvas runs a crack
Portrait of the pain never answers back
But nobody's buyin' flowers
From the flower lady
But nobody's buyin' flowers
From the flower lady
Feeble aged people almost to their knees
Complain about the present usin' memories
Never found their pot of gold
Wrinkled hands found weary holes
Each line screams out "You're old, you're old, you're old"
But nobody's buyin' flowers
From the flower lady
Flower lady hobbles home without a sale
Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail
Not a pause to hold a rose
Even she no longer knows
The lamp goes out, the evening now is close
But nobody's buyin' flowers
From the flower lady
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.93] Millionaires and paupers walk the lonely street
[00:12.57]
[00:17.75] Rich and poor companions of the restless feet
[00:24.94] Strangers in a foreign land
[00:29.50] Strike a match with a tremblin' hand
[00:33.26] Learn too much to ever understand
[00:38.38] But nobody's buyin' flowers
[00:44.81] From the flower lady
[00:49.30]
[01:15.38] Poets agonize they cannot find the words
[01:19.15] Stone stares at the sculptor, says "Are you absurd?"
[01:22.51] Painter paints his brushes black
[01:25.83] Through the canvas runs a crack
[01:27.41] Portrait of the pain never answers back
[01:29.37] But nobody's buyin' flowers
[01:31.29] From the flower lady
[01:36.59] But nobody's buyin' flowers
[01:44.08]
[02:03.59] From the flower lady
[02:07.93]
[02:12.62] Feeble aged people almost to their knees
[02:19.96]
[02:26.14] Complain about the present usin' memories
[02:34.38] Never found their pot of gold
[02:40.05] Wrinkled hands found weary holes
[02:44.34] Each line screams out "You're old, you're old, you're old"
[02:49.50] But nobody's buyin' flowers
[02:55.69] From the flower lady
[02:59.32] Flower lady hobbles home without a sale
[03:06.87]
[03:09.68] Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail
[03:15.65] Not a pause to hold a rose
[03:17.12] Even she no longer knows
[03:18.91] The lamp goes out, the evening now is close
[03:21.02] But nobody's buyin' flowers
[03:22.69] From the flower lady
[03:24.97]
[00:12.57]
[00:17.75] Rich and poor companions of the restless feet
[00:24.94] Strangers in a foreign land
[00:29.50] Strike a match with a tremblin' hand
[00:33.26] Learn too much to ever understand
[00:38.38] But nobody's buyin' flowers
[00:44.81] From the flower lady
[00:49.30]
[01:15.38] Poets agonize they cannot find the words
[01:19.15] Stone stares at the sculptor, says "Are you absurd?"
[01:22.51] Painter paints his brushes black
[01:25.83] Through the canvas runs a crack
[01:27.41] Portrait of the pain never answers back
[01:29.37] But nobody's buyin' flowers
[01:31.29] From the flower lady
[01:36.59] But nobody's buyin' flowers
[01:44.08]
[02:03.59] From the flower lady
[02:07.93]
[02:12.62] Feeble aged people almost to their knees
[02:19.96]
[02:26.14] Complain about the present usin' memories
[02:34.38] Never found their pot of gold
[02:40.05] Wrinkled hands found weary holes
[02:44.34] Each line screams out "You're old, you're old, you're old"
[02:49.50] But nobody's buyin' flowers
[02:55.69] From the flower lady
[02:59.32] Flower lady hobbles home without a sale
[03:06.87]
[03:09.68] Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail
[03:15.65] Not a pause to hold a rose
[03:17.12] Even she no longer knows
[03:18.91] The lamp goes out, the evening now is close
[03:21.02] But nobody's buyin' flowers
[03:22.69] From the flower lady
[03:24.97]