Lyrics and translation Ralph Stanley - Daddy's Wildwood Flower

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

La Fleur Sauvage de mon Père

Maman était sa Fleur Sauvage, mon Papa disait toujours
Et pour lui prouver qu’il l’aimait
Il la jouait chaque jour
Maman le regardait et souriait
Elle disait, "Dieu bénisse mon homme"
Je ne regrette pas une seule fois que je lui ai donné ma main.

La Fleur Sauvage
(La Fleur Sauvage)
Était sa chanson préférée
Et quand il jouait pour Maman
Sa maison devenait un foyer

Maman est tombée malade et est décédée
C’était son heure la plus sombre.
Il est rentré à la maison ce jour-là
Et il a joué la Fleur Sauvage
Le temps a passé et il a vieilli
Il s’asseyait et jouait pendant des heures
Des souvenirs de Maman sur sa vieille guitare
Il jouait la Fleur Sauvage

La Fleur Sauvage
(La Fleur Sauvage)
Était sa chanson préférée
Et quand il jouait pour Maman
Sa maison devenait un foyer

Un soir, alors que je passais devant sa maison
J’ai cru entendre sa chanson
J’ai entendu Maman parler
Mais Maman était partie depuis longtemps
J’ai regardé à travers la fenêtre
Et j’ai vu la puissance de Dieu
Là était assise Maman avec Papa
Il jouait la Fleur Sauvage

La Fleur Sauvage
(La Fleur Sauvage)
Était sa chanson préférée
Et quand il jouait pour Maman
Sa maison devenait un foyer

En vieillissant, il ne pouvait plus jouer
Et son esprit a commencé à faiblir.
On le trouvait souvent dans les champs
Il paraissait si vieux et faible
Un jour, on ne l’a pas trouvé
Et après plusieurs jours,
On l’a trouvé allongé avec les fleurs sauvages
Sur la tombe de Maman

La Fleur Sauvage
(La Fleur Sauvage)
Était sa chanson préférée
Et quand il jouait pour Maman
Sa maison devenait un foyer