Where The Willow Grows Slow Upon The Great Plain; There Is A Sweet Meadow, Or So It's Been Told! Upon This Lovely Field Are Many Dandelions, In Their Brilliant Bright Yellows, and Greens So Refined! When The End Of The Flower Has Met Its Sad Day; A Wisp Of The Wind Brightens Its Day. For The Warm Breezes That Take It Into The Wide Skies, That Is How The Beauty Of A Dandelion Survives! Millions Upon Millions Of Tiny Umbrellas Caught In The Wind; Descending On Earth, Nobody Knows When! So Look To The Heavens When Gentle Winds Blow, and All Over Earth The Dandelion Grows! Our Seeds Are Scattered With The Wind In Order That Life Can Surly Begin!
