I will twine with my mingles and waving black hair,
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With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
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And the myrtle so bright with the emerald hue
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The pale and the leader, all eyes look like blue
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I will dance, I will sing, and my laugh shall be gay
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I will charm every heart, in this crowd I will sway
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When I woke from my dreams my idol was clay
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All portions of love had all flown away
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He taught me to love him, and promised to love,
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And cherish me over all others above.
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How my heart is now wonderin' no misery can tell
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He's left me no warning, no words of fairwell
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oh he taught me to love him, and called me his flower.
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That was blooming to cheer him through life' s dreary hour
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How I longed to see him and regret the dark hour
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He' s gone and neglected his pale wildwood flower.
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Wildwood Flower
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| Nana Mouskouri |
