The flowers I saw in the wildwood,
have since dropped their beautiful leaves,
have slumbered for years in their graves.
But the bloom of the flowers I remember,
though their smiles I may nevermore see,
stole my flowers' companions from me.
It's no wonder that I'm broken hearted,
and stricken with sorrow should be,
my flowers' companions and me.
How dark looks this world and how dreary,
when we part from the ones that we love.
and friends meet with loved ones above
For in heaven I can but remember,
when from earth my soul shall be free,
shall steal my companions from me.
It's no wonder that I'm broken hearted,
and stricken with sorrow should be,
my flowers' companions and me.