She's no flower,
But there's beauty in her power!
She's no angel,
But you're welcome at the table!
Three in the morning,
By the river, underneath the willow tree.
That's the first time I saw her (Ohh)
(When I saw my queen.)
And we're still here,
After all these years.
She's no flower,
And for her I count the hours!
She's no angel,
But the way she holds it down is graceful.
And in the winter,
She don't witter like the other flowers do.
That's how I know they broke the mould when they made you.
Ohhh, cause you're so much more
Than just another face in the water.
No Flowers for my love,
Ohh cause she not so sweet,
And that's good for me.
Hmmm, No flowers for my love,
Ohh but I give my time
And a place in the garden babe,
For the rest of your life.
She's no flower,
But there's beauty in her power!
She's no angel,
But you're welcome at the table!