Flowers And Houseboats

Egos they'll grow like daisies in the corn But if your love be pure, true-in-its throws The bonds we make won't be careworn If our love, opens grows into a rose All our nemeses will perish run in fear There'll be corn circles in our heart, but Don't be too forlorn your heart won't sear There'll still be a rose in that desert scrub. It'll open a vein of gold rooted in love That runs so deep through the core of your soul Eternity rubs its eyes and gulps To see such riches untold, quadruple. But lovers forget and leave their outposts Drift apart like separate houseboats.