Blow the dandelion

One two three

He loves me, he loves me not

Oh he loves me

Who would ever guess

A flower once so strong

Could be torn up, blown apart

And made into a song?

One for sorrow, two for joy

Three a girl and four a boy

Or is love just a game of chance?

Is it written in the stars

On number plates of cars

Or is it just a game of chance?

Blow the dandelion

One two three

He loves me, he loves me not

Oh he loves me

Just for a moment

You were in full bloom

Too tight to question then

And silent as the moon

Now the winds may blow

Your oracle remains complete

Only a considered blow

Can knock you off your feet

But come don’t spare my feelings

Please reveal the truth to me

Are they seeds of hope

Seeds of chance

Or seeds of destiny?

Blow the dandelion

One two three

He loves me, he loves me not

Oh he loves me

In one who is dying I now put my trust

Tell me that he loves me now

He says he does, he must!

Then why do I measure so precisely every blow?

So you and I will never know

What I already know?

But if I don’t blow, tell me

Does the dandelion still know?

Blow the dandelion

One two three

He loves me, he loves me not

He loves not me

© Felicity Buirski 1982