Dandelion

I have nothing
but these weathered hands
and I live nowhere
on this wild land
and you are royal
buy your head is bare
and something precious
should be placed up there
ooh-oh-oh
and the dandelions
will give me gold to use
and the deep delphiniums
will bring me sapphire blues
and the wild roses
will bring me ruby red
and the morning dew drops
are crystals for your head
and I will bind, what nature scatters
and I will weave, with what I’ve gathered
and I will tie, these things together
I will crown, you with whatever
grows prettiest
grows prettiest
and you have nothing
but that weathered heart
and you live somewhere
inside that wild body, majesty
you and your garland crown
magically fade away
into imperial ground
ooh-oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
oh-oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
and the dandelions
will show us how to die, our souls are a burst of white
designed to fall and fly
and very star above
will be our noble guide
and when we land again
we will grow side by side
and I will bind, what nature scatters
I will weave, with what I’ve gathered
and I will tie, these things together
I will crown, you with whatever
I will bind, what nature scatters
I will weave, with what I’ve gathered
I will tie, these things together
I will crown, you with whatever
grows prettiest
grows prettiest
ooh-oh-oh