SWEET BUNCH OF DAISIES.
Copyright, 1894, by Anita Owen.
Words and Music by Anita Owen.
Sweet golden daisies, oh, how dear to me,
Ever I hear them, whisp'ring, love, of thee,
Murmuring softly, in a silent theme,
Of love's bright morning, now one sad, sweet dream.
Sweet bunch of daisies, brought from the dell,
Kiss me once, darling, daisies won't tell.
Give me your promise, O sweetheart do;
Darling, I love you, will you be true?
Sweet, withered daisies, treasured more than gold,
Bring; back to mem'ry those sweet days of old,
When we together strolled through forests green,
Gathering daisies growing by the stream.-Refrain.