All I Ever Knew

Round the Marigolds

Round and Round the marigolds

The children run and scream

Their red, red lips like the red, red rose

Hidden among the trees.

They sing the song that is sung

By the breeze blown through the trees

They dance the dance that is danced

By all the autumn leaves.

But all the leaves and the red red rose

fall as the ground does freeze.

The children grow by days, by weeks,

And then they leave, they leave.

The silence once more is silent

but for the song and dance of the leaves

who ache for one to listen

but there's no one to answer the pleas.

Until a child young, and newly come

explores among the trees

and finds the magic hidden deep 

in the flowers, the ponds, the bees.

And round and round the circle goes

Round and round the marigolds.