DGD
Well Mama was his Wildwood Flower, my Daddy used to say,
DAD
And to prove to her he loved her, he'd play it every day.
DGD
Mom would look at him and smile, she'd say, "God bless my man,
DAD
I don't regret one single day that I gave him my hand.
DGD
The Wildwood Flower Was his favorite song,
DAD
And when he played for Mama, Her house became a home.
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DGD
Mom took sick and passed away, this was his darkest hour.
DAD
He came home that very day and he played the Wildwood Flower.
DGD
Time went by and he grew old, he'd sit and play for hours,
DAD
Mem'ries of Mom on his old guitar, he'd play the Wildwood Flower.
DGD
The Wildwood Flower Was his favorite song,
DAD
And when he played for Mama, Her house became a home.
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DGD
One night, as I walked by his house, I thought I heard his song.
DAD
I heard Mama talkin', but Mom had long been gone.
DGD
I looked through the window and saw God's mighty power.
DAD
There sat Mom with Daddy, he was playin' the Wildwood Flower.
DGD
The Wildwood Flower Was his favorite song,
DAD
And when he played for Mama, Her house became a home.
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DGD
As he grew old, he could play no more, and his mind began to fail.
DAD
We'd often find him in the field, he seemed so old and frail.
DGD
One day, we couldn't find him, and after many days,
DAD
Found him lyin' with the wildwood flowers, up on Mama's grave.
DGD
The Wildwood Flower Was his favorite song,
DAD
And when he played for Mama, Her house became a home.