Wear your flowers in your hair,
and go to the midsummer fair.
Does not matter if he is there.
Why should you care?
You gave your all.
You cared too much.
He was not loyal.
Men are sometimes such.
And now he has a new girl.
He takes her everywhere.
But life goes on.
So they say in the song.
So go to the fair.
Wear your flowers in your hair.
Walk proud and tall.
For you are the fairest one of all.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem