Daisy Deane (James R. Murray)
- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-21). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 366 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
First published: 1867 Root & Cady
Original text and translations
’Twas down in the meadows,
The violets were blowing,
And the springtime grass was fresh and green;
And the birds by the brooklet
Their sweet songs were singing,
When I first met my darling Daisy Deane.
None knew thee but to love thee,
Thou dear one of my heart,
O, thy memory is ever fresh and green;
Though the sweet buds may wither,
And fond hearts be broken,
Still I'll love thee, my darling Daisy Deane.
Her eyes soft and tender,
The violets out-vying,
And a fairer form was never seen;
With her brown silken tresses,
Her cheek like the roses,
There was none like my darling Daisy Deane.
The bright flowers are faded,
The young grass has fallen,
And a dark cloud hovers o’er the scene;
For the death angel took her,
And left me in sorrow,
For my lost one, my darling Daisy Deane.
O, down in the meadows
I still love to wander,
Where the young grass grew so fresh and green;
But the bright golden visions
Of springtime have faded
With the flowers, and my darling Daisy Deane.