Flowers in Your Arms

I can hear the winds wail

Calling me to the road

Tell me softly if I should go

These travelling dreams are growing old oh

My mind is gone I've lost my way

I've given my soul to the song

This old guitar tells my tale

Beneath my feet the road is long

The rain is falling and I'll be gone

Trying to numb this sorrow

With cheap wine and restlessness

I long for your arms come tomorrow oh

When I return from dirty bars

Lonesome and filled with despair

Will I see you standing there

With flowers in your arms and in your hair

In your hair

Oh oh ooh ooh ooh ooh