And like a canary going on ahead,
a daffodil knows it’s ok, winter’s gone.
That spring is coming around
That jolly is my season
That yellow’s not for cowards
That even with worn and crumpled petals,
you’re still a flower.
And like a canary going on ahead,
a daffodil knows it’s ok, winter’s gone.
That spring is coming around
That jolly is my season
That yellow’s not for cowards
That even with worn and crumpled petals,
you’re still a flower.