Talking To The Flowers

The Everly Brothers

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Oooooo-Oooooo-Oooooo-Oooooo
When you’ve made the rounds
And there’s no one left around
To take your loving to
When all the words they’ve said
Go whirling through your head
But that’s the soul of you
Run to meadows green, beyond the city scene
And invest your hours, in search of ivory towers
Just talking to the flowers
Talking to the flowers
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
Talking to the flowers
It’s a wonderful day today Talking to the flowers
Everything’s going my way Talking to the flowers
They’ve so much to say
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Doodlute, doodlute, doodlute-do, doodlute, doodlute, doodlute-do
Doodlute, doodlute, doodlute-do, doodlute, doodlute, doodlute-do, oooooo
When you can trace the pain
By tears that flow like rain
It’s much too high a cost
Doodlute, doodlute, doodlute, doodlute-do
When you’re sick with memories
And all you ever see
Is just a smile that’s lost
Doodlute, doodlute, doodlute, doodlute-do
Run to meadows green, beyond the city scene
And invest your hours, in search of ivory towers
Just talking to the flowers
Talking to the flowers
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
Talking to the flowers