She's my bright fresh flower and I love her She's a soul born in this world divine There's a Roman ancestor behind her I say "Goodnight, sweet child of mine." She's my bright fresh flower and I dream her I wake in her to find the world sublime Never could be bothered with mathematics I say "Count me in, sweet child of mine." Oh oh oh ooh She's my bright fresh flower and I hold her Tenderly as if I held her spine Every time I feel myself I'm older I say "Goodnight, sweet child of mine."