Buttercup, Buttercup, "Our Lady's Bowl,"
Splashes of beauty revive my soul.
Childhood memories, long ago lost,
Secrets confessed, hearts that were crossed.
Grown in the wild under a tree,
Such golden gems, you caused me to see.
Out in the meadow along the way,
I bared my soul to you; "widow's weeds" lay.
Tears were shed, hidden pain was revealed,
That mournful day with you there in the field.
I picked my mother a small bouquet,
Of my golden secrets then went on my way.
Buttercup, Buttercup, "Our Lady's Bowl,"
Splashes of beauty revived my soul.
Lord fill my cup, Lord fill my soul,
Revive my spirit Lord, please make me whole! |
