Dandelion

I have nothing
 but these weathered hands
 and I live nowhere
 on this wild land
 and you are royal
 buy your head is bare
 and something precious
 should be placed up there
 ooh-oh-oh
 and the dandelions
 will give me gold to use
 and the deep delphiniums
 will bring me sapphire blues
 and the wild roses
 will bring me ruby red
 and the morning dew drops
 are crystals for your head
 and I will bind, what nature scatters
 and I will weave, with what I've gathered
 and I will tie, these things together
 I will crown, you with whatever
 grows prettiest
 grows prettiest
 and you have nothing
 but that weathered heart
 and you live somewhere
 inside that wild body, majesty
 you and your garland crown
 magically fade away
 into imperial ground
 ooh-oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
 oh-oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
 and the dandelions
 will show us how to die, our souls are a burst of white
 designed to fall and fly
 and very star above
 will be our noble guide
 and when we land again
 we will grow side by side
 and I will bind, what nature scatters
 I will weave, with what I've gathered
 and I will tie, these things together
 I will crown, you with whatever
 I will bind, what nature scatters
 I will weave, with what I've gathered
 I will tie, these things together
 I will crown, you with whatever
 grows prettiest
 grows prettiest
 ooh-oh-oh