All the Pretty Flowers

Its been many summers, And many moons, Since Ive been, On the shore, With you, All the pretty flowers, Under the willow tree, Have grown, And sway, With your grace, They bow, To the sublime moon, With the sweet light, Of your lovely face, You can sway, Whatever way you desire, In whatever dress you wear, And all the pretty flowers, Can never surpass, Your love and beauty, All the pretty flowers, Under the willow tree, Sway like a lake parade, The stars in the sky, Are high, Yet still sparkle, With the love in your eyes, You can sway, Whatever way you desire, In whatever dress you wear, And all the pretty flowers, Can never surpass, Your love and grace, All the pretty flowers, Can never surpass, Your love and beauty, All the pretty flowers, Can never surpass, Your love and grace Reynaldo Casison