Weave Her a Garland

How sweet are the flowers that grow by the fountain How sweet are the cowslips that spangle the grove More sweet is the breeze that blows over the mountains But none are so sweet as the charms of my love And I'll weave her a garland A fresh, blooming garland Of roses and lilies and daffadowndillies I'll weave her a garland A fresh, blooming garland A garland I'll give to the one I adore The blackbirds and thrushes they rise in the morning How softly they play their sweet notes by the grove I'll own it is pleasing, delightful and charming To ease the fond sighs of the one that I love And I'll weave her a garland A fresh, blooming garland Of roses and lilies and daffadowndillies I'll weave her a garland A fresh, blooming garland A garland I'll give to the one I adore It was down in the vale my sweetheart was walking How happy I'd be to stand by her again If she should prove false, give her heart to another For me to sing pleasure it would be in vain And I'll weave her a garland A fresh, blooming garland Of roses and lilies and daffadowndillies I'll weave her a garland A fresh, blooming garland A garland I'll give to the one I adore Weave her a garland A fresh, blooming garland Of roses and lilies and daffadowndillies I'll weave her a garland A fresh, blooming garland A garland I'll give to the one I adore