Where has she gone, girl with the flower

Midday, what would she do at this hour

The one who learned never to cower

People would see her and simply “wow” her

The way she walks she is worth some gold

I get jealous of her eyes so light

How she listens to what she is told

She might as well make a dark room bright

Aren’t I lucky with this great girl

She can take me across the whole world

Wouldn’t trade her for even a pearl

We’d stop so I can give her a twirl

I’m told she’s the most beautiful girl

I tell she’s the greatest in the world