Wildwood Flower - Mike Ness

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