If I were to walk thru’
A blossoming field
And a gentle flower I’d pluck
I’d pass by a rose
And a daisy too
For one little Buttercup
Thru’ the springs they abound
To cover the ground
With their aroma through-out the air
And in warm summer winds
Their pollens aloft
To the world they owe not a care
By winters grasp
Their petals are gone
The snows have covered their stems
But way down deep
In warm mother earth
They are waiting to bloom once again
So often people ask
Why am this way
And why I seem so abrupt
Its only because am lost in this world
In search of my buttercup
