A Million Scarlet Roses

Once there lived a painter alone
With a small house and canvases too
But he loved an
Actress so
Loved flowers
In bloom
So he sold
His little home
Sold his paintings
All he owned
And with every coin he had
Bought and singing] a sea
Of flowers crammed
A million mom, a million mom, a million
Scarlet roses
From your window mom, from the window
Mom, from the window you can see