picking flowers in a big field

jasmine hung in tones of gray
the storm is coming soon today
she said to a perfect sky of endless blue
i did not believe, of course, that it could dare be true.

jasmine laid on a bed of stone
and cried to endure the raging storm alone
she cried and I cried too, beneath the sky of endless blue
i did not believe, of course, that it could dare be true

jasmine said in tones of white
the storm will fade before the night
she hung and cried, beneath the sky of endless blue
i did not believe, of course, that it could dare be true.