I had freshly picked yellow flowers with my bucket of coffee this mornin,
Rise up this mornin,
Smiled with the risin sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin, (this is my message to you-ou-ou:)
Singin: dont worry bout a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin: dont worry (dont worry) bout a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right!
… thank-you Mr Bob Marley for those beautiful words of comfort.
What are they? Corriopsis or rudbeckia? Whatever they look lovely.