Bring me my dear a bouquet,
Gathered from the meadows and fields,
Bring the delicious and sweet
Of all that a ripe Summer yields.
Bring me the meadowlark's tune
And the song of the brook in the glade,
And the way that you felt inside
When we stood in the tall pine's shade.
Bring me the laughter and joy
That we shared in the warmth of the day,
As the memories flood your heart
Of the things that we would say.
Bring me my dear a bouquet
And stay until the dawn,
Knowing that I'll be there,
For I'm waiting, I'm not gone.
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