Pretty Little Goat - Master's Bouquet Lyrics

When I was a young lad, I rambled in the woods
Through the cold days of winter, spring felt so good
But life turns its pages, all by its own ways
Gathering flowers for the master's bouquet
Is there any more
Is there any less
Children are sleeping like birds in a nest
Is the man that you work for at home or away
Are you gathering flowers for the master's bouquet
As I sit on the stones by the edge of the spring
Flowers, they bloom and songbirds they sing
I worked in the morning, all night and all day
Gathering flowers for the master's bouquet
Is there any more
Is there any less
Children are sleeping like birds in a nest
Is the man that you work for at home or away
Are you gathering flowers for the master's bouquet
Does the smoke cloud your head
Is your head in the sky
Papa's in the field, he's a cutting down the rye
Is there dust in the wind, when the trees dance and sway
Gathering flowers for the master's bouquet
Is there any more
Is there any less
Children are sleeping like birds in a nest
Someday we'll be all in some graveyard to stay
Pushing up the flowers for the master's bouquet