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