歌詞

The watering can is heavy

With its little morning rain

The daisies stand in their white hats

All facing the same way

They've done their quiet growing

While I slept the early day

I tip the can and make a cloud

That only they can feel

Little flowers, drink it slow

There's plenty in the can

They neither toil nor spin, and still

They're dressed by kinder hands

The water beads on petal edges

Silver, round and small

The dirt turns dark and grateful

Drinking deeply of it all

A ladybug commutes across

The longest leaf in town

Little flowers, drink it slow

There's plenty in the can

They neither toil nor spin, and still

They're dressed by kinder hands

I have nowhere to be today

But here among the stems

Where every small white flower face

Wears morning like a gem

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Little flowers, drink it slow

There's plenty in the can

They neither toil nor spin, and still

They're dressed by kinder hands

Little flowers, drink it slow

There's plenty in the can

They neither toil nor spin, and still

They're dressed by kinder hands

The watering can is empty

And the garden's had its rain