Daffodil

All of us have moments of doubt, crises of faith or confidence that throw our hopes into disarray. Fortunately, there are graces – love, beauty, humor – that lower ropes into our pits of despair. For me, and maybe for you, one of the sturdiest ropes is music.

The only thing better than those ropes is the ladder of love. If you’re lucky enough to find that ladder you might be able to climb all the way up to the surface where at this time of year you can see the daffodils. 


I got a little bit of time to kill
Won’t you kill it with me
My little daffodil?

I love you baby and I always will
I’ll always be in love
My little daffodil

Like a garden my love grows
In the thaw after it snows
The breath of fresh air that you bring
Turns my winter into eternal spring

I’m tired of swallowing this bitter pill
Give me something sweet
My little daffodil

I love you baby and I always will
I’ll always be in love
My little daffodil

Like a river my love flows
Down the hill where everything grows
The breath of fresh air that you bring
Turns my winter into eternal spring

I got a little bit of time to kill
Won’t you kill it with me
My little daffodil?

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