Lyrics: Noa
Music: Noa, Gil Dor
In a tenement near the Henry Hudson River
From my favorite spot on a rusting fire escape
I would look below.
And see Mario
Braving the ferocious dandelions
Mario, our fearless superintendent
Kept the garden green, despite the parkway smog
But the flowering weeds
Their fates decreed
Pulled, to keep his rosebush from dying
Then I would creep inside, curl up in my bed
Something strong was pulling at my head
Pulling at my heart
Wild flower, growing in all the wrong places
Wild flower, so lonely neath that lovely rose bush
Proper garden's nightmare, queen of opened fields
Tell me, who will love this wildflower
For exactly what she is?
Years passed by, we left that red brick building
Left Mario behind
For a brand new house
But my dark brown skin
On the white washed walls within
Stood out, so it'd get me up and cryin'
My growing pains had many rooms to fill, then
Mother never know
..Had a garden to keep clean
While there was NY grease
On her young flower from the Middle East
She was busy pulling dendelions
Then I would creep inside, curl up in my bed
Something strong was pulling at my head
Pulling at my heart
Wild flower, growing in all the wrong places
Wild flower, so lowly neath that lovely rosebush
Proper garden's nightmare, queen of opened fields
Tell me, who will love this wildflower
For exactly what she is?
Noa - Wildflower Lyrics
Noa - Wildflower Lyrics
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Lyrics: Noa
Music: Noa, Gil Dor
In a tenement near the Henry Hudson River
From my favorite spot on a rusting fire escape
I would look below.
And see Mario
Braving the ferocious dandelions
Mario, our fearless superintendent
Kept the garden green, despite the parkway smog
But the flowering weeds
Their fates decreed
Pulled, to keep his rosebush from dying
Then I would creep inside, curl up in my bed
Something strong was pulling at my head
Pulling at my heart
Wild flower, growing in all the wrong places
Wild flower, so lonely neath that lovely rose bush
Proper garden's nightmare, queen of opened fields
Tell me, who will love this wildflower
For exactly what she is?
Years passed by, we left that red brick building
Left Mario behind
For a brand new house
But my dark brown skin
On the white washed walls within
Stood out, so it'd get me up and cryin'
My growing pains had many rooms to fill, then
Mother never know
..Had a garden to keep clean
While there was NY grease
On her young flower from the Middle East
She was busy pulling dendelions
Then I would creep inside, curl up in my bed
Something strong was pulling at my head
Pulling at my heart
Wild flower, growing in all the wrong places
Wild flower, so lowly neath that lovely rosebush
Proper garden's nightmare, queen of opened fields
Tell me, who will love this wildflower
For exactly what she is?
Music: Noa, Gil Dor
In a tenement near the Henry Hudson River
From my favorite spot on a rusting fire escape
I would look below.
And see Mario
Braving the ferocious dandelions
Mario, our fearless superintendent
Kept the garden green, despite the parkway smog
But the flowering weeds
Their fates decreed
Pulled, to keep his rosebush from dying
Then I would creep inside, curl up in my bed
Something strong was pulling at my head
Pulling at my heart
Wild flower, growing in all the wrong places
Wild flower, so lonely neath that lovely rose bush
Proper garden's nightmare, queen of opened fields
Tell me, who will love this wildflower
For exactly what she is?
Years passed by, we left that red brick building
Left Mario behind
For a brand new house
But my dark brown skin
On the white washed walls within
Stood out, so it'd get me up and cryin'
My growing pains had many rooms to fill, then
Mother never know
..Had a garden to keep clean
While there was NY grease
On her young flower from the Middle East
She was busy pulling dendelions
Then I would creep inside, curl up in my bed
Something strong was pulling at my head
Pulling at my heart
Wild flower, growing in all the wrong places
Wild flower, so lowly neath that lovely rosebush
Proper garden's nightmare, queen of opened fields
Tell me, who will love this wildflower
For exactly what she is?