Watch The Wildwood Flowers

(альбом: Roses For Mama - 1977)

Jimmy Joe left the mountain 'bout seven months ago
When the autumn nights turned cool
Chasing a dream, like they say
Just going away to school

An' though he loved Amy more'n anything else
He felt he just had to go, and make his way
An' Amy felt pretty close to dying when Jimmy left
That September day

Y'see, there was something she had to tell him
But the words were never found
An' as they stood there by the garden gate
Jimmy picked a wildflower from the ground

As he placed it in Amy's hand an' kissed her
An' her fingers touched the dew
He wiped her tears away and told her he'd be back
Not knowing what she knew

Watch the wildwood flowers for me
And I'll watch my dreams for you
And I promise that I'll write you everyday
And when the winter snow is gone
Touch the flowers as they grow
And when the first one blooms then I'll be on my way

Well, Jimmy Joe never wrote those letters
An' through the winter, Amy's hopes grew dim
As she felt the life inside her stir
An' she watched the flowers grow, for him

Last spring Jimmy Joe came home, too late
He found that Amy'd gone away
An' died giving life to his baby boy
An' he recalled what he had said that September day

Watch the wildwood flowers for me
And I'll watch my dreams for you
And when the first one blooms then I'll be on my way
Watch the wildwood flowers for me
And I'll watch my dreams for you
And when the first one blooms then I'll be on my way
And when the first one blooms then I'll be on my way