Flower Lady Lyrics

Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry street
Rich and poor companions of the restless beat
Strangers in a foreign land, strike a match with a trembling hand
Learn too much to ever understand

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady

Lover's quarrel, snarl away their happiness
Kisses crumble in a web of loneliness
It's written by the poison pen, voices break before they bend
The door is slammed, it's over once again

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady

Poets agonize they cannot find the words
And the stone stares at the sculptor asks "Are you absurd?"
The painter paints his brushes back, through the canvas runs a crack
Portrait of the pain never answers back

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady

Soldiers disillusioned to come home from the war
Sarcastic students tell them not to fight no more
And they argue through the night, black is black and white is white
Walk away both knowing they are alright

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady

Smoke dreams of escaping souls are drifting by
Dull the pain of living as they slowly die
Smiles change into a sneer washed away by whiskey tears
In the quicksand of their mind they disappear

Still nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady

Feeble, aged a-people almost to their knees
Complain about the present using memories
Never found their pot of gold, wrinkled hands pound weary holes
Each line screams out you're old, you're old, you're old

But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady

And the flower lady hobbles home without a sale
Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail
Not a pause to hold the rose, even she no longer knows
The lamp goes out the evening now is closed

And nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady

Phil Ochs - 20th Century Masters: Best Of Phil Ochs

Jan 2002

1. Flower Lady
2. The Crucifixion
3. No More Songs