(Margaret A. Rich) 

 

We met in a field of yellow daisies wild and young and free

And he picked a bouquet for me

She loves me she loves me not for daisies didn't lie

They knew better than I she'd go away

But they didn't say why.



Have you ever been in a field of yellow daisies

Where the air is warm and pure and sweet

Just as the loved one at your feet.



She loves me she loves me not

For daisies didn't lie

They knew better than I she'd go away

But they didn't say why.



I may fade like petals from the daisies

But for her love I'll always yearn

Each year when yellow daisies return.



She loves me she loves me not

For daisies didn't lie

They knew better than I she'd go away

But they didn't say why.



They didn't say why

They didn't say why

They didn't say why

We met in a field of yellow daisies...