You came in riding on a white dove's wing
Wrapped in it's beauty you never felt a thing
No wanting, needing 'cause you always had
You think that nothing means
Nothing's ever bad

Here's to the children and flowers
Who play by the hours and never have to win
You see when there is no choosing
There is no losing
And everyone plays in the wind

You say you're feeling things
You don't understand
And tears are falling in the
Palms of your hands
Your little white dove now is crying, too
So happy you feel love and
I feel love for you

Here's to the children and flowers
Who play by the hours and never have to win
Because when there is no choosing
There is no losing
And everyone plays in the wind

Here's to the children and flowers
Who play by the hours and never have to win
Because when there is no choosing
Well, there is no losing
And everyone plays in the wind

Everyone plays in the wind
Everyone plays in the wind

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Writer(s): Larry Robinson, Todd Homer