O, flor of the flores!
What little heart doth beat inside?
The green-stem loop – a slender tail –
That bends into a silver pail
Where all the sorrows go.
The sun above is kissing thee,
Thy face is all aglow!
O, flor of the flores!
What little heart doth beat inside?
The green-stem loop – a slender tail –
That bends into a silver pail
Where all the sorrows go.
The sun above is kissing thee,
Thy face is all aglow!