twas said never to pluck a desert flower
that this would be our finest hour
then the waters came, washed you away
where, oh where, is my blossom today?
where can I find her?
does anyone know?
taken root somewhere, continued to grow?
or is she alone, hurt, cold and weary?
I cry out her name
I'm left here in query
I'll do anything to find my love true
hurt that I caused, I always shall rue
but find her I must
and restore her with trust
there is no other way
to live past today
maybe she's sleeping over there
as I'm stranded over here
with so much sand between us
I can't make it much more clear
they'll be no time for crying
submission demands its' due
I change my plea to guilty
I'll see you when I die
still the winds of change blow on
not easy to discover
the path that she is traveling on
I cannot find my lover