Cat. #0496 (MFH #689) - As sung by John Mullins, Springfield, Missouri on May 22, 1960
VERSE 1
They often would stroll
Through th woods, hand in hands
He'd thrill her with stories
Of far away lands
They laughed an' they loved
As they whiled away th hours
He won th true heart
Of th sweet wildwood flower
VERSE 2
But surely his heart
Must of been made of stone
They laughed an' they loved
An' he left her alone
When winter had passed
With its snow pile'n high
Th pale wildwood flower
Had withered an' died
VERSE 3
Pay attention young men
For I'm asking of you
Never take ill advantage
Of a love that is true
Please remember th story
Your healing this hour
An' hold in your memory
Th sweet wildwood flower