Pickin' Flowers (Counselors Song) Pickin' flowers in the rain and laughin’ with the sun. We’re trying to teach them how to live by themselves, And still get things done. Gonna be a counselor at a summer camp Gonna find out what it’s about. Little eyes are going to look up to you And little hands will reach out. Pickin' flowers in the rain and laughin’ with the sun. We’re trying to teach them how to live by themselves, And still get things done. Days are long and nights are short Pay is so small And you really don’t know if what you say Sinks in at all. Pickin' flowers in the rain and laughin’ with the sun. We’re trying to teach them how to live by themselves, And still get things done. Build a fire, Dig a trench, Sharpen and axe with a whetstone. Maybe next time when we’re not there They can do it all their own. Pickin' flowers in the rain and laughin’ with the sun. We’re trying to teach them how to live by themselves, And still get things done. Sometimes when things don’t work out right, And we think that we are all flops. They look at us and smile at us, And ask us not to stop. Pickin' flowers in the rain and laughin’ with the sun. We’re trying to teach them how to live by themselves, And still get things done. And when it’s all over, And it’s time to leave, We’ll stop and think, What parts of us do they take along? And what parts of them do they leave. Pickin' flowers in the rain and laughin’ with the sun. We’re trying to teach them how to live by themselves, And still get things done. So, that’s why I’m here at this summer camp, And I hope you feel the same way, There is a lot to give, But there’s more to get, And I hope you’re here to stay. Pickin' flowers in the rain and laughin’ with the sun. We’re trying to teach them how to live by themselves, And still get things done.