The strings of my heart are tied to the flowers in my care,
I watch them grow, I watch them bloom, their beauty fills the air.
I hand each one to another heart, a gift that’s shared, not mine,
For in these petals lie the threads that run through blood and time.

Give a flower to a happy boy—his smile will grow much wider.
Give a flower to a joyful man—he'll thank you, standing prouder.
Give these threads to a grieving soul—they'll feel a hint of grace,
And for the married, one small bloom will take them...