Flora

Ask the trees and flowers
Where did Flora run

Ask the night and hours
When will Flora come

This is not my Game, she said
Oh it's not my Game

Who would play such a long hand
Just to give it all away

She'll be coming back one day
To put it all in play

In the fields or towers
Where has Flora gone

Through the daylight bowers
Where is Flora's sun

This is not my Game, she said
Oh it's not my Game

Who would play such a long hand
Just to give it all away