Wildwood Flower

She'll twine and she'll mingle her waving black hair With the roses so red and the lilies so fair The miles so green of 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 pa*sion 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, he shall never know How his name makes her tremble, her pale cheeks to glow She'll dance and she'll sing her life shall be gay She'll banish this weaping, drive troubles away She'll live yet to see him regret this dark hour When he won and neglected his frail wildwood flower