Wildflower Bouquet

© Words and music by Ray Scudero. All rights reserved.

The harbor’s morning mist is slowly lifting,
The water lilies blooming near the tide.
The summer songbird’s slowly, softly singing,
And the blue heron’s taken to the sky.

And you are the daisy, you’re the sun,
You’re the summer air, the early evening star.
You’re the butterfly, the birds, you’re the birch trees’ gentle sway,
You’re the reason for a wildflower bouquet,
You’re the reason for a wildflower bouquet.

The laurel is the home in which I live,
Resting near the fine feathered fern.
The starflower’s the love that I will give to you,
And the lace is the love I hope to learn.

And you are the daisy, you’re the sun,
You’re the summer air, the early evening star.
You’re the butterfly, the birds, you’re the birch trees’ gentle sway,
You’re the reason for a wildflower bouquet,
You’re the reason for a wildflower bouquet.

The path is steep and winding through the trees,
And through tired eyes I watch the sunset’s glow.
Your name comes whispering on the soft summer breeze;
I think of you everywhere I go.

’Cause you are the daisy, you’re the sun,
You’re the summer air, the early evening star.
You’re the butterfly, the birds, you’re the birch trees’ gentle sway,
You’re the reason for a wildflower bouquet,
You’re the reason for a wildflower bouquet.




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