Behold the lilies of the field
The lilies of the field
The lilies of the field
Behold the lilies of the field
The lilies of the field
The lilies of the field
Behold the lilies of the field
The lilies of the field
The lilies of the field
Behold the lilies of the field
They toil not nor do they spin
But even Solomon was never dressed quite like them
No not Solomon, not like them, not like them
Well, the lilies of the field
They just sway all day
Oh but no one
Is every dressed quite their way
No not no one, not their way, not their way
So you and I don't don't need to worry
You and I don't don't need to care anymore
So you and I don't don't need to worry
You and I don't don't need to care anymore
Behold the lilies of the field
The lilies of the field
The lilies of the field
Oh, behold the lilies of the field
The lilies of the field
The lilies of the field
