Hand in hand, we walked along,

In a field of yellow daisies.

The cares of the world we did not feel,

In a field of yellow daisies.

I spoke of my undying love,

In a field of yellow daisies.

And asked her please to be my bride,

In a field of yellow daisies.

The church and all our families gathered

In a field of yellow daisies.

I took her there to be my wife

In a field of yellow daisies.

A cottage we built, warm and stout

In a field of yellow daisies.

We loved our lives together there

In a field of yellow daisies.

Then cold winds blew and tore apart

Our field of yellow daisies.

A fever took her and she fell ill

In a field of yellow daisies.

She died in the spring and I laid her to rest

In a field of yellow daisies

But her soul lives on in every breeze

Across a field of yellow daisies.

Death cannot end the love we had

In a field of yellow daisies.

For I remember her love each time I see

A field of yellow daisies.