Oh, I'll twine with my mingles of waving black hair,
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair;
The myrtle so bright with the emerald dew,
And the pale and the leader and eyes look like blue
I'll dance, I will sing and my heart shall be gay,
I will charm every heart in his crown I will sway;
I woke from my dreaming my idols were clay,
And all portions of love now had all flown away.
Oh, he taught me to love him and promised to love,
And to cherish me over all others above;
How long to see him no misery can tell,
Oh, he left me no warning nor words of farewell.
Oh, he taught me to love him and called me his flower,
That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour;
How long to see him regret the dark hour,
And he's gone and neglected this pale wildwood flower.
© Words and music: Maud Irving & Joseph Philbrick Webster
(as it appears on the album Feelin' Fine)