Daisy Dean - Original King Recordings

It was down in the meadow where the violets were blooming
And the springtime grass was ever fresh and green
And the birds by the brooklet their sweet song were singing
When I first met my darling Daisy Dean

None knew her but to love her, thou dear one of my heart
Oh, the memory is ever fresh and green
Oh, the sweet buds may wither and the fond hearts be broken
Still I love thee, my darling Daisy Dean

Her eyes soft and tender, the violets outvying
And a fairer form was never, never seen
Her brown silken tresses and her cheeks like the roses
There was none like my darling Daisy Dean

None knew her but to love her, thou dear one of my heart
Oh, the memory is ever fresh and green
Oh, the sweet buds may wither and the fond hearts be broken
Still I love thee, my darling Daisy Dean

The bright flowers have faded and the young grass has withered
And the dark cloud now it hovers o'er the scene
For the death angel took her and left me in sorrow
For the lost one, my darling Daisy Dean

None knew her but to love her, thou dear one of my heart
Oh, the memory is ever fresh and green
Oh, the sweet buds may wither and the fond hearts be broken
Still I love thee, my darling Daisy Dean

Oh, down in the meadow I still love to wander
Where the young grass now is ever fresh and green
But the bright golden visions of springtime have faded
With the flowers and my darling Daisy Dean

None knew her but to love her, thou dear one of my heart
Oh, the memory is ever fresh and green
Oh, the sweet buds may wither and the fond hearts be broken
Still I love thee, my darling Daisy Dean