Cat. #1485 (MFH #991) - As sung by Reba Jenkins, Wheatland, Missouri on January 27, 1973
VERSE 1
I've been gathering flowers from th hillside
To wreath around your brow
But you kept me a laying so long dear
That th flowers have all withered now
VERSE 2
I know that you have been troubled
But never hand down your head
Your love for me is like a flower
Your love for me is dead
VERSE 3
It was on one bright June morning
Th rose were in bloom
I shot an' killed my darling
Now, what will be my doom
VERSE 4
Closed eyes cannot see these roses
Closed hands cannot hold them, you know
An' those lips that are still cannot kiss me
But are gone from me, forever more