paroles de chanson 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