Behold the Lilies of the Field

Behold the lilies of the field

The lilies of the field

The lilies of the field

Behold the lilies of the field

The lilies of the field

The lilies of the field

Behold the lilies of the field

The lilies of the field

The lilies of the field

Behold the lilies of the field

They toil not nor do they spin

But even Solomon was never dressed quite like them

No not Solomon, not like them, not like them

Well, the lilies of the field

They just sway all day

Oh but no one

Is every dressed quite their way

No not no one, not their way, not their way

So you and I don't don't need to worry

You and I don't don't need to care anymore

So you and I don't don't need to worry

You and I don't don't need to care anymore

Behold the lilies of the field

The lilies of the field

The lilies of the field

Oh, behold the lilies of the field

The lilies of the field

The lilies of the field