Don't Pick A Flower - John Mayall

Red and gold were the colours of a love I had in the fall

From the city to a harbour in a car to a place where she bloomed

She was a flower so pretty in the sun

Tender was love when we touched and shared a smile

In a peace of the night how we planned how to keep this precious thing

We couldn’t see how a flower might die and wither away

She was a leaf that had fallen from a tree

And when winter came storms gathered and colours changd

So now there is nothing but a memory of a lov we had and lost

In the silence sometimes I wonder where did you go, my love

Don’t pick a flower unless you’re sure

That no one can be so wise as to know loves rights and wrongs