But poor and old I'd wish on no one, no one
Poor pink flower, poor pink flower
I would flower if I could
Here the air is not so certain
Nervously I hold on to my chair
Ragged laughing, I would flower
I am waiting for the sun to rise
My, oh my, it looks so searing
Lovely people go on by my dreams
Hoped I'd die, I'd die before I'm old
If you knew I'd be soon cut down, cut down, cut down
Brave pink flower, brave pink flower
Please, please, I've not yet grown
Tired of this earthly life, hey, dear friends
I'm so green, I shake in my shoes
Walk around as if you know it's true
