Webb Pierce - Let the children pick the flowers

^GI recall one Sunday ^Cmorning, on the ^Dway to Sunday ^Gschool C D The sun was brightly shining down and the (^A) morning air was cool Me and ^Gbrother saw some ^Cflowers, ^Dgrowing by the parson?s ^Ggate Mama said don?t pick the ^Cflowers boys, they?re ^Dnot for ^D7us to ^Gtake

Then a voice from in the ^Cgarden, made us ^Dturn around and ^Gstare C D We saw an old, old lady, (^A) sittin? in a rocking chair And when ^Gshe got up to ^Ccome our way, we ^Dknew she couldn?t ^Gsee She said let them pick the ^Cflowers, that?s their ^Dway of ^D7lovin? ^Gme

Let the children pick the ^Cflowers, let them ^Dsee the beauty ^Gthere C D Let them study God?s cre- -ations, that were (^A) grown with love and care Let the ^Gchildren pick the ^Cflowers, that?s what ^DGod?s own words would ^Gbe * ^GLet the little one?s pick the ^Cflowers, that?s their ^Dway of ^D7lovin? ^Gme

Have you ever really ^Cwondered, what are ^Dflowers growing ^Gfor C D Maybe God made them for children, just to (^A) pick forever more For as ^Glong as Roses ^Cbramble, and they ^Dneed the morning ^Gdew Let the children pick the ^Cflowers, that?s their ^Dway of ^D7lovin? ^Gyou

Let the children pick the ^Cflowers, that?s what ^DGod?s own words would ^Gbe Let the little one?s pick the ^Cflowers, that?s their ^Dway of ^D7lovin? ^Gme