From the recordings Flower Time and FLOWER TIME
This one goes out to all of you who abandoned a life without meaning, returned to an old dream and found the ground still fertile.
Vocal and Guitar - Rags Rosenberg / Piano and Strings - Jeff Paris
Lyrics
FLOWER TIME
Today I went out walking down my garden path,
The lilacs and the lilies had all gone to seed,
the leaves of golden maple, they let go one by one,
but the berries were full and round and sweet,
And the garden smelled like earth
with the shadows growing long,
And the robins and the wrens
they were singing a different song.
Flower time is over, I’m no rose by any name,
Precious dreams plowed under, seems they’re coming up again,
And don’t they all look different in this late September sun?
Flower time is over boys, The ripening has begun.
I traded in these six strings for a 9-5,
Had rent to pay and little mouths to feed,
But I couldn't hear the music in that simple daily grind,
You see, back then I was still a little green,
Now the garden hums a tune it was singing all along,
Now it strikes a deeper chord,
now I’m singing a different song.
Flower time is over, I’m no rose by any name,
Precious dreams plowed under, seems they’re coming up again,
And don’t they all look different in this late September sun?
Flower time is over boys, The ripening has begun.
So gather round, raise your glass, celebrate the seeds we cast,
Taste the fruit, it’s here at last, at last,
Flower time is over, I’m no rose by any name,
Precious dreams plowed under, seems they’re coming up again,
Oh, and don’t they all look different in this late September sun?
Flower time is over friends, the ripening has begun,
Flower time is over, the ripening has begun.
c Phillip Rosenberg/Catherine Svehla