Copyright, 1894, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by Thos. LeMack. Music by Andrew Mack.
As two fond lovers chanced to stray beneath the sun's bright ray,
With fondest love-light beaming in their eyes,
To a quiet shade, it seemed that nature made,
For him to woo and win his pretty prize.
The flowers all seemed to be courting and to lover's ways resorting,
There within his mind a thought arose,
And the action of the flowers that grew in nature's bowers
Had imbued it with a courage to propose.
Those were golden hours, cherished in love's memory;
The flowers seemed contented, all in peaceful harmony.
Watching flowers making love, quite contented he says,
"Love, I'll be true to thee." - [dance]
The pretty morning-glory to the pink had told the story,
How its beat was set to marry it someday;
Lovely, blushing rose lacked courage to propose
Till daffodil had cheered it in its way.
The pretty dandelion for someone to love was sighing,
While the violet seemed prone to share its fate;
And the rose and pink carnation held lover's consultation,
While the lily claimed the tulip for its mate.- Chorus.