Helen's

Helen's sits on the corner of first avenue

She's not the first one to be there that is true

But as long as I recall she's been working from that stall

Selling flowers on the corner of first avenue

Every special day I'd find her bouquets in the sun

On the table in the kitchen or in arms of ones I love

Cause everytime that mother's day felt like it came too soon

We'd rush down the block to Helen's on first avenue

I could cry

For the passage of time