Fallen flowers are always a joy to the heart
Fallen as they are they bring beauty and art
Their silence and their grace make a sad heart smile
The dew in their petals is always worthwhile

Fallen flowers are always a joy to the heart
Muted as they are they create an impact
They still serve their purpose still work overtime
They still do what they’re called like little old chime

Fallen flowers are always a joy to the heart
Fallen as they are still beautiful as a tart
Fallen yes fallen but still serve its purpose
Still a beauty like a red red rose

Fallen flowers are always a joy to the heart
Fallen though fallen creates its canvass an art
And will lift every spirit every sad heart gleeful
still serving its purpose making sad heart cheerful.