Picking Dandelions from Old Juniper by Down Hill Strugglers

Picking Dandelions

The very last flower you gave to me
I put it away for a brighter day
When the sun shines down and the west wind blows
I’ll keep it hid where no one knows 

Give me the seeds of a dandelion 
And a free good will in the rocks and rills
With a pain my head and hand and heart
That my own true love from me should part

Bones they break and wrists they swell
In a lonely room in which I dwell
From a fever dream all in bed clothes
I woke up bleeding at the nose 

Buzzards come and circle ‘round
I’m all in and out and down
My clothes are bare and the soup is thin
I’m doing just fine for the shape I’m in

My tongue can tell how lovers burn
As through this world I’ve had my turn
Set back the clock and draw the shade
I’ll wake up on a brighter day

• Folk
• old time
• string band
• traditional
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