Little flowers
Of Saint Francis grow
Around my head
Crooked halo
And if I ask polite
Would you stay together?
Or maybe with my luck
They'll wither with weather
But oh, sometimes I'm gladly mistaken
Powerful winds and rain did
All that they could to shake you
But you've stayed for me
Permanently a vision
Strength in all your decisions
Safe from harm
Oh, the love that you've shown me
I'm eternally grateful
Hand in heart
Little flowers Of Saint Francis
Binding to my being
Deeply rooted to
My tired soul securely
And oh, my patron saint
You're a hеro in my eyes
Keep me through thе light
Long after I've died
Paint my young grave, you promised
Simple and sweet and honest
Make me a guardian
In the coming life
Loyal as autumn sunset
Grant him strength
Grant him guidance
Grant him peace
And oh, when he clutches the flowers
He'll remind you how thankful he is