The book I bought yesterday I started to read I found a small marigold Pressed between leaves
And in that small marigold, Well, I found a note Saying, "Please won't you write to me 'Cause I'm so alone"
So I'm going to write back today Yes, I'm going to write right away
I started "Dear Marigold, " Not knowing her name "I just had to write to you 'Cause I feel the same
"You sound like the marigold That I found today The beauty was there to be found But fading away
"So I'm writing to you today Yes, I'm writing to you right away
As I started writing, Well what can I say I got to thinking Where are you today
Brown leather cover, Ripped, tattered, and torn It's been such a long, long time Since the flower was born