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Gathering Flowers From the Hillside

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Gathering Flowers From the Hillside

Gathering Flowers From the Hillside

I know that you have been troubled
So never hang down your head
Your love for me is like a flower
Your love for me it is dead

   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

It was on one bright June morning
The roses were in bloom
I shot and killed my little darlin'
And what will be my doom

Your love cannot feed on these roses
Your hands cannot touch them I know
Your lips that are still cannot kiss me
You are gone from me forevermore

In Sandburg's American Songbag
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