I've been gathering flowers from the hillside
To reach all around your brow
But you kept me a waiting so long dear
These flowers have all withered now
It was on one bright June morning
He rose his worrying blues
I shot and killed my darling
And what will be my due
I know that you have seen troubles
But never hang down your head
My love for you is like a flower
My love for you is dead
I've been gathering flowers from the hillside
To reach all around your brow
But you kept me a waiting so long dear The flowers have all withered now

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