[Chorus]

One day, of a group which shares glowers

Lived one who cowers

With some grass and covers

Hiding it's true Identity of a four leaf clover

Little did it know that it was close to a cheerful kid

All the way making things skid

Holding a jar and a lid . . .

Plop!

Out of the soil filled with grass the clover came

Being picked by the little girl that's clothes color is same

And into the jar the clover went with its roots maintain

And the lid closed with care

In the jar the clover stood for days

And not escape in any ways

But every night she stays

And always say

"I will always care for you and raise you like my child, although I am one myself"

Days and days have passed the longer the clover waited, the longer it seemed

It felt like days

with no ways

The clover grew reckeless

Not knowing what to do

Being left alone like a rock standing on a windowsill

All so very still

Years and years have passed the longer the clover has waited, the longer it seemed to be

It felt like decades

With no ways

The clover stood reckless

Unknowing what to do

Being left alone Like a rock standing on a windowsill

All so very still

Until. . .

Four-teen years it has taken

For the once four year old little girl to grow up

And to realize

That there, on an old dusty cupboard

Stood a jar

And inside it, laying as still as a rock on a windowsill, a four leaf clover lay there, alone, no friends

She looked at the clover in the jar, decided it was special

As for it glimmered and shined, Still as new as when she picked it up

She was eighteen now

So she picked the little clover

The lid standing ajar

And she opened the lid of the jar

Free as a bird felt the little clover

Unknowing what to do more but thank her

She smiled, for the clover was glowing

She knew all along that the clover is lucky

So lucky

That she decided to bring it up on her palm 

To the garden where she picked it up four-teen years ago

And a colorful rainbow popped

But for a surprising moment

There was a potent

That the rainbow vanished

That the clover split

And it became the three leafed clover

For the fourth petal flew away to the rainbow

And once it has been a lucky four leafed clover

That surely has also been a four lived clover, living for four years without being planted

Now, the clover isn't lucky

Now, it looked useless

But the girl decided it was time for her to plant the clover back to it's rightful spot

She was eighteen now

So she picked the little clover

The lid standing ajar

And she opened the lid of the jar

Free as a bird felt the little clover

Unknowing what to do more but thank her

She smiled, for the clover was glowing

She knew all along that the clover is lucky

So lucky

That she decided to bring it up on her palm 

To the garden where she picked it up four-teen years

In the fresh garden soil went the clover

With the grass as cover

And finally it felt free 

Shaded by some tree

Again, day after days it took

For the clover to get it's leaf back

Everyday the girl would check on it

And sometimes have a nearby sit

Then, on the seventh day, when she checked the clover again, It was not there . . .