Wildflower

04:09
Christopher Wilson
2001
Christopher Wilson

Lyrics

Wildflower

 

comfort of creation

lying on the lap of God

strewn out like a carpet

contented in the raw

abiding by persistence

perfection in a pan

uprooting after planting

absent the tools in hand

 

the latest bloomer 

in such an early disguise

and when no sooner

tears fall from on high

 

wayward west I found you

I sensed your presence here

combing cliffs in the finest drome

I've chased you all these years

in the chasm of your footprints

grave as a mourning dove

charading my existence

undermining love

 

the subtle cessation

every thought to the brave

buried beneath what you are 

and what you pledge to change

the latest bloomer

in such an early disguise

nothing comes much sooner 

as the tears pour from your eyes

 

you're a wildflower

the wild

you're a wildflower

the wild

  

(Words and music by Christopher Wilson; copyright 2001, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP. All rights reserved.)