| Those pretty wild flowers I love them so well
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| The flowers know secrets that I’ll never tell
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| I go out to pick a bouquet of all
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| And bring them all in before the leaves start to fall
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| When the leaves start to fall and the flowers have died
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| If only little darling I could be by your side
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| Tho' it breaks my heart to hear your name
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| Soon the wild flowers will bloom again in the spring
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| I wish I could see her and talk of our love
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| And of all the pretty flowers sent here from above
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| Oh maybe I’ll see her in Heaven someday
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| And pick pretty flowers as we go on our way
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| The memories of you dear I’ll never erase
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| There’ll never be another that can take your place
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| I’ll still keep our secret with the flowers of love
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| And we’ll pick them together in Heaven above |