All Colours but Blue ã Ken Stock Mar11/2004
 

While the ships from the East were all sleeping.
Soldiers ravaged the valley below.
Though the natives fought hard they were beaten.
In the foothills of old Mexico.
Where the warriors fell grew an army.
Of blossoms that opened on cue.
And should we forget they’ll remind us.
They can flower in all colours but blue.
 
All those years and the flowers are still changing.
And each season brings something that’s new.
Some have strange mystic shapes to their petals.
And the flowers come in different forms to.
There are giants that would grace any Temple.
In the lands where those first blossoms grew.
And should we forget they’ll remind us.
They can flower in all colours but blue.
 
They can glow in the rain and remind us of Spain.
Shine like silver when covered in dew.
And then under the moon to a dated rock tune.
They can flower in all colours but blue.
 
And now they bring scent to the table.
A tribute to both flower and men.
Of warriors, growers, and breeders.
This flower has surprised us again.
We take them to shows the world over.
In our gardens and parks they’re on view.
And should we forget they’ll remind us.
They can flower in all colours but blue.
 
Instrumental of Middle Eight
 
Repeat First Verse
 
 
 Dedicated to the late Bill Andrews a great dahlia grower and friend.