Easter Lilies Ralph McTell

For a long time she stood at the flower shop window
The daffodils dearest at this time of year
Inside she emptied her purse on the counter
"I want to buy all of the daffodils here"
By her eyes it was plain to see she's been crying
As she tucked back a strand of loose hair from her face
"I want to spend all of my money on flowers
And I need every daffodil here in this place"

Clutching her harvest, a corn sheaf of flowers
She clambered aboard the late rush hour tram
And by Schweigaardsgate, a small pool of water
Had formed on the floor as if wrung from her hands
It just seemed to add to the lost look about her
As the grey rattling city went grumbling past
She sat like a small child testing for butter
Her face lit in yellow from the flowers tightly clasped

Once in her apartment she lay down the blooms
And divided them up into glasses and jars
Till daffodils filled every space in the room
Then she lit every candle she found in the house
She bathed and she dressed and corked open champagne
Which made pigeons fly from her window sills
And closing the curtains on birds in the rain
She stood among flickering daffodils