The begonias in my garden are blooming and my roses are doing alright
I know I should be tending to them but you keep coming across my mind
I know you have to leave town soon
But do you think you have some time?

I know you're drinking your coffee and combing back your hair
But all I want to ask you
is do you have a second to spare?
Because the flowers all whisper to me
"he loves you, he loves you not"
And I'll tell you that I love you, my dear,
Words I believe you forgot