My Dandelion

A little yellow flower, as the sunlight showers down on her, you’ll see
There’s no way you can tame her, you can’t blame her
It’s like she’s supposed to be
Out there in the front yard running free
My Dandelion, blowing in the wind
My Dandelion, singing songs and then
I turn around and she is running free again
My Dandelion, my Dandelion
If she feels inspired you might find when she is tired she’ll exclaim
«Oh, let’s not go to sleep; let’s lay out underneath the starry skies and dream»
And if you close your eyes one minute, by the morning light you’ll see
My Dandelion, blowing in the wind
My Dandelion, singing songs and then
I turn around and she is running free again
My Dandelion, my Dandelion
And if you want to know the answer
All you have to do is dance with her and ask
It won’t be long before you find she’s not
The kind of girl who’s just another ordinary blade of grass
My Dandelion, blowing in the wind
My Dandelion, singing songs and then
I turn around and she’s running free again
My Dandelion, my Dandelion
My Dandelion, my Dandelion
My Dandelion, my Dandelion
My Dandelion, my Dandelion
My Dandelion, my Dandelion
My Dandelion, my Dandelion