Waxen Figures by Edward Doyle Lyrics

Candles flicker, ain't that fun
Watch the captive fire burning, dancing in a jar
It reminds me of how you are
Just a waxen figure filled with fire
Dancing, and jumping till the fireman spoiled the fun
He said, "Don’t play with fire my son"

It sure caught my eye, the fire that she had
Glowing and dancing, till it burned me up and scarred me bad
A flame casts a shadow, my son

Daffodils blooming, watch them grow
Watch them push up through the snow
When they're picked, where do they go?
Well, could you tell me? I do not know
They're growing, reaching towards the sky
Looking so pretty, till they were picked by another guy
Don’t miss the flowers, my son

I gathered up the petals, to the flowers, I lost my mind
The candle's burned out now, and the flowers I would not find
If I hadn't played with fire
Oh, If I hadn't played with fire
I could've had the flower, my son

The barn now, it's empty
The house, it burned own
The flowers all died when the drought came to town
A graveyard, a ghost town, there's nothing around
Can't hear the birds singing, they must’ve skipped town

The flame’s no longer burning, but the smoke still fils my eyes

If I hadn't played with fire
Oh, If I hadn’t played with fire
I would've picked the flower, my son

It wasn't the flowers
She wasn't a flower
She was a lover my son