Lyrics

I walked a graveyard in the cold of winter
A flower bloomed from 'neath the killing snow
I held it in my hand, and pulled it from the ground
And took it home and cared to watch it grow

For Linhart I would try and do the things I ought to do
For Linhart I would cry, and take the pain and the sorrow too
I'd catch a butterfly, and give it to her in the spring
To See Linhart eye to eye well I'd do most anything

Settled in a quiet desperation, the flower soon began to wilt and fade
The colors soon were gone, and with them every one
Of the happy time I thought that I had made

For Linhart I would try and do the things I ought to do
For Linhart I would cry, and take the pain and the sorrow too
I'd catch a butterfly, and give it to her in the spring
To See Linhart eye to eye well I'd do most anything

Well I walked a graveyard in the cold of winter
A flower bloomed from 'neath the killing snow
I passed it be and smiled, it only lasts a while
The keeping is the thing I'd never know
I'll just sit back and watch the flower grow

For Linhart I would try and do the things I ought to do
For Linhart I would cry, and take the pain and the sorrow too
I'd catch a butterfly, and give it to her in the spring
To See Linhart eye to eye