Daddy's Wildwood Flower

Mama was his Wildwood Flower, my Daddy used to say
 And to prove to her he loved her
 He'd play it every day
 Mom would look at him and smile
 She'd say, "God bless my man"
 I don't regret one single time that I gave him my hand.
 The Wildwood Flower
 (The Wildwood Flower)
 Was his favorite song
 And when he played for Mama
 Her house became a home
 Mom took sick and passed away
 This was his darkest hour.
 He came home that very day
 And he played the Wildwood Flower
 Time went by and he grew old
 He'd sit and play for hours
 Memories of Mom on his old guitar
 He'd play the Wildwood Flower
 The Wildwood Flower
 (The Wildwood Flower)
 Was his favorite song
 And when he played for Mama
 Her house became a home
 One night, as I walked by his house
 I though I heard his song
 I heard Mama talking
 But Mom had long been gone
 I looked through the window
 And saw God's mighty power
 There sat Mom with Daddy
 He was playing the Wildwood Flower
 The Wildwood Flower
 (The Wildwood Flower)
 Was his favorite song
 And when he played for Mama
 Her house became a home
 As he grew old, he could play no more
 And his mind began to fail.
 We'd often find him in the field
 He seemed so old and frail
 One day, we couldn't find him
 And after many days,
 Found him lying with the wildwood flowers
 Up on Mama's grave
 The Wildwood Flower
 (The Wildwood Flower)
 Was his favorite song
 And when he played for Mama
 Her house became a home