I loved a girl with flowers in her hair
picture of her in her father's smoking chair
oh I loved a girl with flowers in her hair
and oh we used to go we used to go somewhere
we walked along through the deserts and the rain
she never left my side but she never seemed to stay
most call me king but she called me by my name
she kissed me good and she loved me with such refrain
we carry on piling up our love in stacks
it's never very long 'till we can find anything we lack
but i'm lying through my teeth to the mirror trying to black
the fact that's she's gone and boy she ain't coming back