Lyrics Gathering Flowers From The Hillside - Reno & Smiley
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                gathering 
                                                flowers 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                hillside
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                wreath 
                                                around 
                                                your 
                                                brow
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you've 
                                                kept 
                                                me 
                                                a-waiting 
                                                so 
                                                long, 
                                                dear
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                the 
                                                flowers 
                                                have 
                                                all 
                                                withered 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                that 
                                                you've 
                                                seen 
                                                trouble
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                never 
                                                hang 
                                                down 
                                                your 
                                                head
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                love 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                is 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                flowers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                love 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                is 
                                                dead
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                gathering 
                                                flowers 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                hillside
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                wreath 
                                                around 
                                                your 
                                                brow
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you've 
                                                kept 
                                                me 
                                                a-waiting 
                                                so 
                                                long, 
                                                dear
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                the 
                                                flowers 
                                                have 
                                                all 
                                                withered 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                eyes 
                                                cannot 
                                                see 
                                                these 
                                                roses
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                hands 
                                                cannot 
                                                hold 
                                                them, 
                                                    I 
                                                know
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                your 
                                                lips 
                                                that 
                                                are 
                                                still 
                                                cannot 
                                                kiss 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                are 
                                                gone 
                                                from 
                                                me 
                                                forever 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                gathering 
                                                flowers 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                hillside
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                wreath 
                                                around 
                                                your 
                                                brow
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you've 
                                                kept 
                                                me 
                                                a-waiting 
                                                so 
                                                long, 
                                                dear
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                the 
                                                flowers 
                                                have 
                                                all 
                                                withered 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                 
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