Dandelions glowing up our ways Dandelions growing in our days Always Ours Dandelions all over our arms Growing sparks We all knew Dandelions, too Dandelions blown By the wind we own We knew Why would be the yellow worth much more Than the white and grey of Oldmoreshore Always On time Parachutes just blown in our face Faded grace We all knew Dandelions, too Dandelions blown By the wind we own We knew And neither did they Neither will may Love the lost Love the losing The yellows of our choosing Turning grey We all knew Dandelions, too Dandelions blown By the wind we own We knew We knew We knew And dandelions, too