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A little yellow flower, as the sunlight showers down on her, you’ll see.
There’s no way you can tame her, you can’t blame her,
It’s like she’s supposed to be – out there in the front yard running free.
My Dandelion, blowing in the wind,
My Dandelion, singing songs and then
I turn around and she’s running free again.
My Dandelion My Dandelion
If she feels inspired you might find when she is tired she’ll exclaim:
“Oh, let’s not go to sleep; let’s lay out underneath the starry skies and dream”
And if you close your eyes one minute, by the morning light you’ll see
And if you want to know the answer
All you have to do is dance with her and ask.
It won’t be long before you find she’s not
The kind of girl who’s just another ordinary blade of grass