Lyrics Daddy's Wildwood Flower - Ralph Stanley
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
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