Now lay me down in a bed of sunflowers
I do not like them, Sam I am
When she taught herself to read
Proud dandelion heads turned gray
I'm sure that's when we learned to give a damn
Now it's a grave mistake
She taught us how to love
She was only four
We learned so much but not enough
With a child like grace
What does he care? He fashioned us from clay
It should be said, "My, how you've grown"
Now the wind in a puff blows you away
She will grace our lives no more
God in His wisdom makes
Overgrown and wild
Running all around the place
I've survived my own child
See the fields and meadows crying, yeah
How bright that sunflower shone
She was only three
She died before she was five