I don't know how long I stand at the window Watching crosswinds erase all her tracks in the snow In her mind, it's springtime, she goes to pick some flowers In the cold dead winter, when no flowers grow Many doctors have tried But tried in vain, to make my darling well They say it would take a miracle And only time will tell Her mind is in another world Her own little world So she picks flowers in the cold dead of winter At a time no flowers grow There was a time when her mind was sound When she picked pretty flowers in the spring She and little Mac and I would take to the country When we heard the first Robin sing We loaded our car with daisies Blue buns, buttercups and marigolds But life had a way of bringing the winter And a time when no flowers grow Little Mac had been making a snowman And you know how little kids are They soon get tired of playin' one game Well, Mac had crawled under the car His mama twirled the keys, she threw me a kiss And said, "Watch little Mac, don't let him get cold" Well, that was two years ago and it's winter again And a time when no flowers grow I know there's a star called little Mac Somewhere up there, with the rest And maybe someday, she'll see it But then, maybe for her, this way is the best I watched her arrange bare branches in a vase Her flowers, she picked from the snow And sometimes, they look like flowers to me At a time, when no flowers grow I don't know how long I stand at the window Watching crosswinds erase all her tracks in the snow In her mind, it's springtime and she goes to pick some flowers In the cold dead of winter, when no flowers grow In the cold dead of winter, when no flowers grow