Rags Of Flowers - John & Mary

City streets with noises abound

Telephone wires sparkle with sound

All believe impeachably

A world without end amen amen

And the grass

Grew yellow and brown

And the sky

Wasn't blue

And at first

When our radios worked

We wouldn't believe it was true

Boy with friend a walkin' the land

Woman in fields a plowin' the earth

Goods a plenty in front of the store

Life was in love with the mushroom cap war

And the grass

Grew yellow and brown

And the sky wasn't blue

And at first

When our radios worked

We wouldn't believe it was true

Looking for the fort we built

By the old abandoned mine

But there was nothing

Nothing we could find

There was no place for seeking and hiding

No time left for us finding

The worn and whiskey bottles

As my cold hands

Drawing crosses on the ground

Searching for our secret tree

The one with both our names

But there was nothing

Nothing we could find

There was no place for seeking and hiding

No time left for us finding

The worn and whiskey bottles

As my cold hands

Drawing crosses on the ground

Stunted trees growing wild in the pool

Once summertime swim

Now shade keeps us cool

Kunda's baby never got born

Victory gardens all withered and worn

And the grass

Grew yellow and brown

And the sky wasn't blue

And at first

When our radios worked

We wouldn't believe it was true

The rags of flowers bloom

The clouds a living tomb

And Christmas is coming soon

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