Hollie Smith - Fallen Flowers Fallen Flowers - HOLLIE SMITH - There on a misty morning, the sun slowly rised After the Battle of Halidon Hill There lies her youngest son, tears in his eyes Wounded and dying, she hears him still. Ma, if I could live my life again If I could call the world my friend If I could write the story's end...I would I would give all these things in vain..