G C D G I recall one Sunday morning, on the way to Sunday schoolC D The sun was brightly shining down and the ([A]) morning air was coolG C D G Me and brother saw some flowers, growing by the parson?s gateC D D7 G Mama said don?t pick the flowers boys, they?re not for us to takeC D G Then a voice from in the garden, made us turn around and stareC D We saw an old, old lady, ([A]) sittin? in a rocking chairG C D G And when she got up to come our way, we knew she couldn?t seeC D D7 G She said let them pick the flowers, that?s their way of lovin? meC D G Let the children pick the flowers, let them see the beauty thereC D Let them study God?s cre- -ations, that were ([A]) grown with love and careG C D G Let the children pick the flowers, that?s what God?s own words would beG C D D7 G * Let the little one?s pick the flowers, that?s their way of lovin? meC D G Have you ever really wondered, what are flowers growing forC D Maybe God made them for children, just to ([A]) pick forever moreG C D G For as long as Roses bramble, and they need the morning dewC D D7 G Let the children pick the flowers, that?s their way of lovin? youC D G Let the children pick the flowers, that?s what God?s own words would beC D D7 G Let the little one?s pick the flowers, that?s their way of lovin? me
Let The Children Pick The Flowers
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