Wildflowers (Songs Of Love)Wildflowers
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When I was a little girl I'd go up to see
the angel called grandmother
She was a friend to me
And on the way I'd pick the flowers
Growing in the sun,
Hold them tightly in my hands
and to her house I'd run
Wildflowers... I look at them and see
In the back of my mind
Precious Memories
Wildflowers to some they are just weeds,
But in the eyes of grandmother
Beautiful they'd be
Time flies and little girls grow up,
Grandmothers grow old,
Flowers fade and soon lie trapped
In winter's bitter cold
But soon the spring will come again
The sun will melt the snow
She and I will meet again
Where the Wildflowers grow
Wildflowers... I look at them and see,
In the back of my mind
Precious Memories
Wildflowers to some they are just weeds,
But they were beautiful to her
Because they were from me
Wildflowers... I look at them and see,
n the back of my mind
Precious Memories
Wildflowers...wilted from the heat
But in the eyes of grandmother
beautiful they'd be
they were beautiful to her
because they were from me
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SPANISH:
Flores Abuela
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Wildflowers (Songs Of Love)
