Robyn Hitchcock Bright Fresh Flower Lyrics

She's my bright fresh flower and I love her
She's a soul born in this world divine
There's a Roman ancestor behind her
I say "Goodnight, sweet child of mine."
She's my bright fresh flower and I dream her
I wake in her to find the world sublime
Never could be bothered with mathematics I say "Count me in, sweet child of mine."
Oh oh oh ooh
She's my bright fresh flower and I hold her
Tenderly as if I held her spine
Every time I feel myself I'm older
I say "Goodnight, sweet child of mine."