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I don't know how long I stand at the window
Watching crosswinds erase all her tracks in the snow
In her mind, it's springtime, she goes to pick some flowers
In the cold dead winter, when no flowers grow

Many doctors have tried
But tried in vain, to make my darling well
They say it would take a miracle
And only time will tell

Her mind is in another world
Her own little world
So she picks flowers in the cold dead of winter
At a time no flowers grow

There was a time when her mind was sound
When she picked pretty flowers in the spring
She and little Mac and I would take to the country
When we heard the first Robin sing

We loaded our car with daisies
Blue buns, buttercups and marigolds
But life had a way of bringing the winter
And a time when no flowers grow

Little Mac had been making a snowman
And you know how little kids are
They soon get tired of playin' one game
Well, Mac had crawled under the car

His mama twirled the keys, she threw me a kiss
And said, "Watch little Mac, don't let him get cold"
Well, that was two years ago and it's winter again
And a time when no flowers grow

I know there's a star called little Mac
Somewhere up there, with the rest
And maybe someday, she'll see it
But then, maybe for her, this way is the best

I watched her arrange bare branches in a vase
Her flowers, she picked from the snow
And sometimes, they look like flowers to me
At a time, when no flowers grow

I don't know how long I stand at the window
Watching crosswinds erase all her tracks in the snow
In her mind, it's springtime and she goes to pick some flowers
In the cold dead of winter, when no flowers grow
In the cold dead of winter, when no flowers grow

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