(c. stepney - r. rudolph)      Will somebody wear me to the fair?    Will a lady pin me in her hair?    Will a child find me by a stream?    Kiss my petals and weave me through a dream.      For all of these simple things and much more a flower was born   It blooms to spread love and joy faith and hope to people forlorn      Inside every man lives the seed of a flower   If he looks within he finds beauty and power      Ring all the bells sing and tell the people that be everywhere that the flower has come   Light up the sky with your prayers of gladness and rejoice for the darkness is gone   Throw off your fears let your heart beat freely at the sign that a new time is born