He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

My pretty little poppy You're like that lovely flower, so sweet and heavenly Since I found you My heart is wrapped around you And loving you it seems to beat a rhapsody The pretty little poppy Must copy its endearing charm from you Amapola, Amapola How I

You've done me wrong for a long, long time. And all you've done still never changed my mind so Try to love me, oh please honey try. My love for you will never die. These flowers grow where I lay and rest And these colored blossoms darling, hold to your

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

Fearless on my breath Teardrop on the fire Black flowers blossom Most faithful mirror It's tumbling down (as in love falling apart) Love, love is a verb Love is a doing word Gentle impulsion Shakes me, makes me lighter

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

To keep my rose in paradise She was a flower for the takin' Her beauty cut just like a knife And he was a banker from Macon Swore he'd love her all his life Bought her a mansion on a mountain With a formal garden and a lot a land But paradise became her

Do you still love me Is God playing evil tricks on me' When you laid me down Into your beautiful garden Flowers in the love of my arms Oh, I love you, Amy Oh, I love you, oh It's God shining through to me I guess