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Lise Winne - The Goldenrod lyrics
The goldenrod is like a wand That brings the stars to me When daylight melts the frosty land They are sparklers at my feet My true love is a flower rover He brings up seeds with magic He beds them down in mid-grove And then they pop and frolic The painted brush, the buttercup Cannot compete with thee Canvas landscapes honor a dot Where they can often be Not content with just a dab The dewey lands configure To push past the meadow's root A dashing glinting figure His sunny rod it seems to flower Especially when I come Even in his cultured bower His weed appears, pokes fun So it's the goldenrod, the fiery rod That often gets me wild The sun commands and acts like God And somehow we're with child |
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