Standing Alone In the Flowers

He was standing alone in the flowers,
The father whom you never met,
Cut down in his prime,
On the banks of the Rhine,
We Shall Never Forget

And they gave her their cards and their sorrow,
And she gave them her thanks and her heart,
Grieving widow could face no tomorrow,
Young lovers no longer apart,
But they had planted their seeds for the future,
In you they knew they would live on,
And when we stood alone in the flowers,
They were there for us both, all along.