Little flowers never worry
When the wind begins to blow.
And they never, never cry
When the rain begins to fall.
Oh, it's wet and oh so cold,
Soon the sun will shine again.
Then they'll smile unto the world,
For their beauty to behold.
When the clouds begin to gather
And the wind begins to blow,
Little flowers don't complain,
Though they're tossing to and fro.
Oh, I guess they've learned the secret,
They don't fret because they know,
If it never, never rained,
Then they'd never, never grow.
So, let it rain, let it rain, let it pour,
Little trouble keep on knocking at my door,
If we'll learn the right from wrong,
It will help to make us strong.
Lord, please help us learn the secret,
Even little flowers know,
If it never, never rains
Then we'll never, never grow.