Momma loved buttercups, pretty colored ones,
She planted rows of them, to catch the Spring sun,
Momma is now long gone, the house gone, too,
All that's left to see, buttercups blooming true.
We've all grown and gone, moved far away,
Our house is long gone, faded away,
Rows of buttercups, forever will stay,
Keeping our love alive, to this very day.
In our field of dreams, Momma planted there,
Rows of buttercups, so sweet, so fair,
Rows of promises, still bloom each Spring,
Our circle unbroken, one day will sing.
Rows of buttercups, a house now long gone,
Rows of buttercups, where once we called home,
Rows of buttercups, a time now long gone.
Each Spring renews for me, the love we had known.
