Оригинален текст
(Orbison/Dees)
When I was a boy I ran among the flowers
Looking left and right at the bright array
I played through the spring, whiled away the hours
Lingered with the flowers every day
Flowers, pretty flowers, Flowers, life's bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, Flowers, along the way
When I became a man I felt the summer showers
When I learned to love I also learned to cry
When I came to know the beauty of the fowers
I wondered why the fowers had to die
Flowers, pretty flowers, Flowers, life's bouquet
Flowers, pretty flowers, Flowers, along the way
When the summer ends and the storms of life are over
When the winter comes and the petals fall away
They may write it on my stone, "He was just a roller
But he stopped to pick some flowers along the way"
Flowers, pretty flowers, Flowers, life's bouquet
Flowers, picked some flowers, Along the way