(Ron Agnew)
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Jimmy Joe left the mountain 'bout seven months ago,
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When the autumn nights turned cool
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Chasin' a dream, like they say
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Just goin' away to school
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An' though he loved Amy more'n anything else,
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He felt he just had to go, and make his way
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An' Amy felt pretty close to dyin' when Jimmy left
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That September day
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Y'see, there was somethin' she had to tell him,
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But the words were never found
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An' as they stood there by the garden gate,
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Jimmy picked a wildflower from the ground
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As he placed it in Amy's hand an' kissed her,
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An' her fingers touched the dew,
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He wiped her tears away and told her he'd be back
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Not knowin' what she knew
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[Chorus]
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Watch the wildwood flowers for me
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And I'll watch my dreams for you
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And I promise that I'll write you everyday
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And when the winter snow is gone
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Touch the flowers as they grow
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And when the first one blooms then I'll be on my way
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Well, Jimmy Joe never wrote those letters
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An' through the winter, Amy's hopes grew dim
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As she felt the life inside her stir
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An' she watched the flowers grow, for him
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Last spring Jimmy Joe came home, too late
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He found that Amy'd gone away
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An' died givin' life to his baby boy
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An' he recalled what he had said that September day
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[Chorus]
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Watch the wildwood flowers for me
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And I'll watch my dreams for you
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And when the first one blooms then I'll be on my way
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Watch the wildwood flowers for me
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And I'll watch my dreams for you
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And when the first one blooms then I'll be on my way
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And when the first one blooms then I'll be on my way
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Watch The Wildwood Flowers
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C.W. McCall |