Where have all the flowers gone,
The trees with all their leaves?
The birds aren’t singing cheerful songs;
The days so quickly leave.
Children playing merrily,
Young mothers in the park-
Their days are brightly shining,
Mine are finged with shadows dark.
The newlyweds are starry-eyed;
Then with babies newly born.
Was I ever one of them?
Have I always been this worn?
I used to see a mountain,
But now it’s just a hill.
A wide and rushing river
Is now a stream that’s almost still.
The thoughts of my tomorrows
Brought smiles upon my face.
But now my brow is fearful
With sadness set in place.
Where have all the flowers gone?
They wilted, blew away.
For they were part of what was youth
That dropped on by but couldn’t stay.