Lightly flies the thistle-down,

So lightly does it float,

Lightly seeds are spread by wind,

One lands upon my coat.

Lighly flies the thistle-down,

So far and wide it flies,

By gentle breezes lighly blown,

Across blue summer skies.

Watch life’s thistles bud and blow,

Enjoy your life fully,

So when our paths are overgrown,

We stave off melancholy.