Let The Children Pick The Flowers – Webb Pierce
Chorded by Gary W

Intro: Follow pattern of last line in Chorus *

(G) I recall one Sunday (C) morning, on the (D) way to Sunday (G) school
The sun was brightly (C) shining down and the ([A]) morning air was (D) cool
Me and (G) brother saw some (C) flowers, (D) growing by the parson’s (G) gate
Mama said don’t pick the (C) flowers boys, they’re (D) not for (D7) us to (G) take

Then a voice from in the (C) garden, made us (D) turn around and (G) stare
We saw an old, old (C) lady, ([A]) sittin’ in a rocking (D) chair
And when (G) she got up to (C) come our way, we (D) knew she couldn’t (G) see
She said let them pick the (C) flowers, that’s their (D) way of (D7) lovin’ (G) me

Chorus
Let the children pick the (C) flowers, let them (D) see the beauty (G) there
Let them study God’s cre-(C)-ations, that were ([A]) grown with love and (D) care
Let the (G) children pick the (C) flowers, that’s what (D) God’s own words would (G) be
*(G) Let the little one’s pick the (C) flowers, that’s their (D) way of (D7) lovin’ (G) me

Instrumental: Follow pattern of last line of Chorus *

Have you ever really (C) wondered, what are (D) flowers growing (G) for
Maybe God made them for (C) children, just to ([A]) pick forever (D) more
For as (G) long as Roses (C) bramble, and they (D) need the morning (G) dew
Let the children pick the (C) flowers, that’s their (D) way of (D7) lovin’ (G) you

Let the children pick the (C) flowers, that’s what (D) God’s own words would (G) be
Let the little one’s pick the (C) flowers, that’s their (D) way of (D7) lovin’ (G) me

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