FridaCamilla

Äntligen hittade jag den riktiga, äkta texten...
Den vackraste låten på jorden. Jag har sagt, att när jag dör, så ska den spelas på min begravning....o det ska va den versionen när Reese Witherspoon sjunger.... Inte Carter. Pontus, du vet va jag pratar om..
Nämen e man WalkTheLine-skadad? ;)

Wildwood flower
Oh, I'll twine with my mingles of raven black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
And the myrtle so bright with the emerald hue
The pale emanita and hyssop so blue

Oh, I'll dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay
I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway
When I woke from my dreaming, my idol was clay
All portion of love had all flown away

Oh, he taught me to love him and promised to love
And to cherish me over all others above
How my heart is now wondering no misery can tell
He left me no warning, no words of farewell

Oh, he taught me to love him and called me his flower
That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour
Oh, I long to see him and regret the dark hour
He's gone and neglected his pale wildwood flower