Great bursts of golden flowers grow
without the aid of human hand,
a million petals set aglow
as sunshine pours upon the land.

I gaze on gleaming fields to see
great bursts of golden flowers grow,
a gift of glory, made for me
to revel in their dazzling show.

Where raindrops fall and breezes blow,
where gracious soil provides abode,
great bursts of golden flowers grow,
a blessing on my life bestowed.

Some choose the blossoms man has tamed,
but I among the meadows go
to seek the dandelions' flames
where bursts of golden flowers grow.