Where the Flowers Grow
Upon a hill I carried her
To put her in the ground
In a place where flowers grow
Is where I laid her down
I walk that hill each morning
To the flowers by the spring
In that place where flowers grow
I can hear the angels sing
Among the morning glories
A rose stands tall and true
In that place where flowers grow
Has become a part of you
I'll walk this hill morning and night
'Til my hair starts turning gray
Then in that place where flowers grow
Beside you I will lay
And when my life on earth is gone
The world will finally know
Love is found on top that hill
In a place where flowers grow
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