GATHERING FLOWERS FROM THE HILLSIDE

Writer A.P. Carter



I've been gathering flowers from the hillside

To wreath around your brow

But you've kept me a-waitin' so long, dear

The flowers have all withered now

I know that you have seen trouble

But never hang down your head

Your love for me is like the flowers

Your love for me is dead

It was on one bright June morning

The roses were in bloom

I shot and killed my darling

And what will be my doom?

Closed eyes cannot see these roses

Closed hands cannot hold them, you know

And these lips that still cannot kiss me

Has gone from me forever more