A Field Of Yellow Daisies

(Margaret A. Rich)
 We met in a field of yellow daisies wild and young and free
 And he picked a bouquet for me
 She loves me she loves me not for daisies didn't lie
 They knew better than I she'd go away
 But they didn't say why.
 Have you ever been in a field of yellow daisies
 Where the air is warm and pure and sweet
 Just as the loved one at your feet.
 She loves me she loves me not
 For daisies didn't lie
 They knew better than I she'd go away
 But they didn't say why.
 I may fade like petals from the daisies
 But for her love I'll always yearn
 Each year when yellow daisies return.
 She loves me she loves me not
 For daisies didn't lie
 They knew better than I she'd go away
 But they didn't say why.
 They didn't say why
 They didn't say why
 They didn't say why
 We met in a field of yellow daisies...