| Well, well, well
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| I caught a passing cab to a part of town that was worn and drab
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| I walked down the dingy stairs, ignoring the dirt that was lying there
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| From a space beneath the door, a light reflected on the floor
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| I saw shadows of passing feet, there was incense smelling sweet
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| So long I hesitated
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| I knocked and then I waited
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| My thoughts were running wild
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| Then I saw my flower child
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| I did, I did, I did
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| Although her voice was still the same, the years had truly made a change
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| My angel in disguise had long, dark hair and big black eyes
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| And then flowers, bright and tall
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| Splattered all over the wall
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| I just couldn’t believe my eyes
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| «Was this the child?», I analysed
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| Where, where, where did I go wrong
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| To make her leave her home
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| I hid my shame with a smile
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| When I saw my flower child
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| Yes I did, I did
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| When, when I saw my flower, flower, flower, flower child
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| When I saw my flower child, yes I did
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| Well, well, well, well
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| Before I left, she kissed my cheek
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| There were no more words to speak
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| 'Cause at last I understood
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| And it did my heart some good
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| She said happiness was love
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| Something she had plenty of
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| Oh, I no longer felt the shame
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| 'Cause my daughter made it plain
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| Sad, sad 'cause I had to go
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| I loved my baby so
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| My trip was sure worthwhile
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| At last, at last I saw my flower child
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| I did, I did, I did, I did
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| Sad 'cause I had to go
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| I loved my daughter so
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| When I, when I saw my flower child
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| I did, I did, I did
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| Honey, at last I understood
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| And it did my heart a whole lot of good
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| When I, when I, when I … |