I have picked wild roses
Far into September
But I had no one to give the flowers to
I needed the celebration
of September coronation
And I admitted to myself I needed you

I've watched the gentle winds change
The colored shades of meadows
I've seen the dillon flowers
That had no name
But I let my vase stay empty
Like my old and empty heart
Picking flowers for yourself is not the same

Don't you think its come our time to be together
Lets gather up our scattered words of love
And make them rhyme

Lets go pick some flowers and fill our empty vases

Don't you think its come our time?

Would you take the small bouquet that leaves a fragrance on my fingers
And the feeling that your love is close at hand

Thank you for the flowers
Now lets walk through the meadows
To the road where our divines caress the sand

Don't you think its come our time to be together
Lets gather up our scattered words of love
And make them rhyme

Lets go pick some flowers now and fill our empty vases

Don't you think its come our time?
Don't you think its come our time?

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Writer(s): TOMMY COLLINS