He remembers the first time he met her he remembers the first thing she said
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He remembers the first time he held her and the night that she came to his bed
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He remembers her sweet day of saying honey has something gone wrong
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He remembers the fun and the teasin' and the reason he wrote her this song
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I'll give you a daisy a day dear I'll give you a daisy a day
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I'll love you until the rivers run still and the four winds we know blow away
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They would walk down the street in the evening and for years I would see them go by
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And their love that was more than the clothes that they wore
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Could be seen in the gleam in their eyes
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As a kid they would take me for candy and I'd love to go tagging along
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We'd hold hands while we walked to the corner
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And the old man would sing her his song
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I'll give you a daisy...
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[ fiddle ]
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Now he walks down the street in the evening and he stops by the old candy store
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And I somehow believe he's believing he's holding her hand like before
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For he feels all her love walking with him and he smiles at the things she might say
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Then the old man walks up to the hilltop and he gives her a daisy a day
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I'll give you a daisy...
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Daisy A Day
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| Hank Snow |
