SWEET FORGET-ME-NOTS
(Irish Folk Song)

Roy Daniels


Fancy brings a thought to me
Of a flower bright and fair
Her grace and beauty both combine
More lovely and more rare,
Like a maiden I once knew
Who shared my happy lot
Where we parted when she whispered
'You'll forget me not.'

She's graceful and she's charming like the lilies in the pond
Time was gliding swiftly by, of her I'd grown so fond;
The roses and the daisies they bloom around the spot
Where we parted when she whispered 'You'll forget me not.

I must admit I don't know where
But it's really all the same,
Love grows in the village street
And all around the lane.
I gently took her tiny hand,
A glance at me she shot,
She dropped a flower,
I picked it up,
'Twas a sweet forget-me-not.

Then there came a happy day
When something that I said,
Caused her lips to mumble 'Yes'
And shortly we were wed.
Now a cottage by a lane
In a little garden spot
Grows a flower, you know it well,
It's a sweet forget-me-not.




(Contributed by  - April 2007)