Chorus I’ve been gathering flowers from the hillside To wreathe around your brow But you’ve kept me a-waiting so long, dear That 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 Oh what will be my doom 
Closed eyes cannot see these roses Closed hands cannot hold them, you know And these lips that are still cannot kiss me Have gone from me forever more 
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