The Daisies

Lyrics

In the scented bud of the morning -- O When the windy grass went rippling far I saw my dear one walking slow In the field where the daises are We did not laugh and we did not speak As we wandered happ'ly to and fro; I kissed my dear on either cheek In the bud of the morning -- O! A lark sang up from the breezy land A lark sang down from a cloud afar As she and I went hand in hand In the field where the daisies are