The water in the vase is gone
It’s dried up in the sun
The flowers in the vase are wilting
From flower heads their tears do run

The sun, it does not know its strength
Oh, how its light is spun
Into cloths of elegance
Its powers race and run

The flowers in the vase are crying
They dry up in the sun
The girl who put them in the vase
Forgets what she has done