Moon Flowers 
Blinded by love Drawn through with grief It messed up your health Made her heart bleed She sings of moon flowers You talk of buying schemes You can't buy or show Dreams she gives away Treasures of emerald eyes Lips of ruby red Beauty is yours to keep but The price is free The thing that isn't cheap Is the ugly face of greed Her heart is made of gold This can't you see? She sings of moon flowers You talk of buying schemes