Lyrics

for no lack of love or money
that we burried her below
'neath heaven's hill it's always sunny
from her soul three flowers grow

first of these a dying daisy
petals wilting to the ground
some would say she was never lazy
truth from me will not be found

next of these a yellow rose
sight of which might draw a tear
some would say she was ever composed
truth from my lips you'll not hear

last of these a vibrant lily
slowly reaching to the sky
some would say she only loved me
fools like these i won't belie