Dressed in purple velvets
With a flower in her hair
Feel her gentle spirit
As the champa fills the air
She wears rubys on her fingers
Tiny bells upon her toes
She`s the finest thing
I`ve ever seen
Love that ring inside her nose
Flower Child yeah
Flower Child yeah
She`s a psychedelic princess
On a magic carpet ride
And where her trip will carry you
Is somewhere you can`t find
She`s on a plane of higher consciousness
Meditation is the key
She`s got her shit together
Cause her soul and mind are free
Flower Child yeah
Flower Child yeah
She`s a child of Martin Luther
As a freedom fighter she
Speaks of liberation on the land
And on the sea
Her eyes are made of sunshine
And her lips are jelly sweet