Lirieke: Hank Thompson. Wildwood Flower.

Oh, I'll twine with my mingles and waving black hair With the roses so red and the lilies so fair And the myrtles so bright with emerald dew The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue. Oh, I'll dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay I will charm ev'ry heart, in his crown I will sway When I woke from my dreaming, idols were clay All portions of love then had all flown away. Oh, he taught me to love him and promised to love And to cherish me over all others above How my heart now is wond'ring misery can tell He's left me no warning, no words of farewell. Oh, he taught me to love him and called me his flow'r That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour Oh, I'm longing to see him through life's dark hour He's gone and neglected this pale wildwood flower.