Four years old
With dirt on my face
I'd been out in the yard
Pickin' dandelions all day
I burst through the front door
When I'd gathered enough
To give to my mom
To show her my love
And when I held out my hands
She looked down at me
She said, "I've never seen flowers
As beautiful as these"
She's the one
Who told me about Jesus
She's the one
Who taught to sing
She deserves an armful of roses
But she's satisfied
With a handful of weeds
Not that I'm older
And out on my own
I wish I could find more time
To make it back home
I could've done better
I know in my heart
Than to scribble a note
On a last-minute card
And then she calls on the phone
And the first thing she says
Is, "I've read this card over
And over again"
She's the one
Who told me about Jesus
And she's the one
Who taught to sing
She deserves an armful of roses
But she's satisfied
With a handful of weeds
She's always known
What true love means
And I want her to know
What she means to me
She's the one
Who told me about Jesus
She's the one
That taught to sing
She deserves an armful of roses
But she's satisfied
With a handful of weeds
She's more than satisfied
With a handful of weeds