Wildwood Flower

She’ll twine and she’ll mingle her waving black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
With miles so green like an emerald hew
The pale and the nature and voilet to blue
He promised to love her; he promised to love
To cherish her always, to others above
She woke from her dream, and her idol was clay
Her passion for loving had vanished away
He taught her to love him; he called her his flower
A blossom to cheer him through life’s weary hour
Though her heart now is breaking sha’ll never know
How his name makes her tremble, with pale cheeks to glow
She’ll dance and she’ll sing her life shall be gay
She’ll banih his weaping, drive troubles away
She’ll live yet to see him regret this dark hour
When we won and neglected this frail wildwood flower