Bright Fresh Flower

She's my bright fresh flower and I love her

She's a soul born in this world divine

There's a Roman ancestor behind her

I say "Goodnight, sweet child of mine."

She's my bright fresh flower and I dream her

I wake in her to find the world sublime

Never could be bothered with mathematics

I say "Count me in, sweet child of mine."

Oh oh oh ooh

She's my bright fresh flower and I hold her

Tenderly as if I held her spine

Every time I feel myself I'm older

I say "Goodnight, sweet child of mine."