I would twine with my mingles of raven black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
The meadow´s so bright with its emerald hue
And the pale wildwood flower is waiting for you

I would dance, I would sing, and my life shall begin
I will charm every heart, in this crowd I would sway
I woke from my dreams and I´ll astray
And all questions of loving had all flown away

He taught me to love him and promised to love
And cherish me over all others above
My poor heart is wondering, no misery can tell
He left me no warning, no words of farewell

He taught me to love him and called me his flower
That was blooming to cheer him through life´s weary hour
How I loved to see him and regret the dark hour
He´s gone and neglected his frail wildwood flower