I met my darling in the springtime When all the flowers were in bloom And like the flowers our love blossomed We married in the month of June. Our love was like a burning ember It warmed us as a golden glow (3rd time "cold winds blow") We had sunshine in December And threw our roses in the snow. Now God has taken my darlin' And left me with a memory A memory I will always cherish Are these last words he said to me: My darlin's buried on the hillside Where all the wild spring flowers grow And when the winter snow starts falling On his grave I'll place a rose.
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