Wild Flax

Son, each day I will ride Through waving cottonwoods Near the broad river bend Where the wild blue flax grows. It is a special place That your grandfather knew Where he pledged all his love To your grandmother, Sue. Flax and cornflower blaze Beneath the tree-trimmed sky. They were there for me too And your mom I love true. Son, you are young to go Where the wild blue flax grows, But if, and when, you do Your single days are through. Some things may lead you there. Be not surprised, beware! Be careful of picnics Horse rides or other tricks. Ask your girl to a dance; Maybe a picture show, Anywhere that she wants, But where wild blue flax grows.