• On a cool crisp Winter's Day,
    My flower was taken away.

    The frost had come,
    And froze the stem,
    Clouds hid the sun,
    And I blame them.

    On a cool crisp Winter's Day,
    My flower was taken away.

    The petals were frozen; crystaline,
    As the sun, did no more shine.

    And in my house,
    So bright and warm,
    Dressed in my blouse,
    Made of old red yarn,
    I looked out at my flower,
    Left out in the cold,
    Where it's bud did lower,
    And looked so old.

    On a cool crisp Winter's Day,
    My flower was stolen away.