I came to America in August 1969.
Not a good time to arrive,
Nor to set off to see the country,
Nor to move to South Carolina.
And this song,
About a young man finding "his" flower girl
Really spoke to my inner being.
That was 1966 and I was but a very confused young man -
Far from home,
Far from knowing where it should have been!
And surrounded by liars ...
I never wanted a female for anything,
But I when I heard this song in 1972,
Yeah a flower girl would be just about right !
And there was such in my life.
All she ever wanted was to just rest my head in her lap,
Comb my hair,
And weave lawn daisies into my hair.
Certainly she won the
"Wants nothing from Kris" award!
And we would talk,
Openly and freely!.
How I have missed you, Donna Feather,
through the years!
Everyone should have had as good a friend you were to me!
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