Questions, questions, tell me why
Every day I see the sky.
Sometimes pink, most times blue,
But she won’t tell me what to do.
Rain, rain, never far,
Tell me of the sun, my star.
Does he know the hour when
I won’t be seeing him again?
Flower, flower, while you’re here
Sing to me a song I’ll hear
Through the night while I don’t sleep
Flower, tell me, will you speak?
Mirror, mirror, in the night
Who am I without the light?
When darkness creeps hard and cold
Tell me, will my soul grow old?