Sweet Bunch of Daisies

Sweet withered daisies, oh, how dear to me,
Ever I hear them whisp’ring love of thee,
Murmuring softly in a silent theme,
Of love’s bright morning ever a happy dream.

Chorus –
Sweet bunch of daisies brought from the dell,
Kiss me once, darling; daisies can’t tell.
Give me your promise, oh, sweet heart do,
Darling I love you. Will you be true?

Sweet withered daisies, treasured more than gold,
Bring back to memory those sweet days of old.
How we together strolled through forests green,
Gathering daisies growing by the stream.

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