Wildwood Flower - Bill Frisell, Thomas Morgan

I will twine with my mingles of raven black hair

With the roses so red and the lilies so fair

The meadow so bright with it’s emerald hue

And the pale and the leader and eyes look so blue

I will dance, I will sing and my life shall be gay

I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway

I woke from my dream and all idols was clay

And all portions of love then had all flown away

He told me to love him and promised to love

And cherish me over all others above

My poor heart is wondering no misery can tell

He left me no warning, no words of farewell

He told me to love him and called me his flower

That was blooming to cheer him through life’s weary hour

How I long to see him and regret the dark hour

He’s gone and neglected his frail wildwood flower