Daddy's Wildwood Flower
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โฑ๏ธ 4:16 duration
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๐ Lyrics
Mama was his Wildwood Flower, my Daddy used to say
And to prove to her he loved her
He'd play it every day
Mom would look at him and smile
She'd say, "God bless my man"
I don't regret one single time that I gave him my hand.
The Wildwood Flower
(The Wildwood Flower)
Was his favorite song
And when he played for Mama
Her house became a home
Mom took sick and passed away
This was his darkest hour.
He came home that very day
And he played the Wildwood Flower
Time went by and he grew old
He'd sit and play for hours
Memories of Mom on his old guitar
He'd play the Wildwood Flower
The Wildwood Flower
(The Wildwood Flower)
Was his favorite song
And when he played for Mama
Her house became a home
One night, as I walked by his house
I though I heard his song
I heard Mama talking
But Mom had long been gone
I looked through the window
And saw God's mighty power
There sat Mom with Daddy
He was playing the Wildwood Flower
The Wildwood Flower
(The Wildwood Flower)
Was his favorite song
And when he played for Mama
Her house became a home
As he grew old, he could play no more
And his mind began to fail.
We'd often find him in the field
He seemed so old and frail
One day, we couldn't find him
And after many days,
Found him lying with the wildwood flowers
Up on Mama's grave
The Wildwood Flower
(The Wildwood Flower)
Was his favorite song
And when he played for Mama
Her house became a home
And to prove to her he loved her
He'd play it every day
Mom would look at him and smile
She'd say, "God bless my man"
I don't regret one single time that I gave him my hand.
The Wildwood Flower
(The Wildwood Flower)
Was his favorite song
And when he played for Mama
Her house became a home
Mom took sick and passed away
This was his darkest hour.
He came home that very day
And he played the Wildwood Flower
Time went by and he grew old
He'd sit and play for hours
Memories of Mom on his old guitar
He'd play the Wildwood Flower
The Wildwood Flower
(The Wildwood Flower)
Was his favorite song
And when he played for Mama
Her house became a home
One night, as I walked by his house
I though I heard his song
I heard Mama talking
But Mom had long been gone
I looked through the window
And saw God's mighty power
There sat Mom with Daddy
He was playing the Wildwood Flower
The Wildwood Flower
(The Wildwood Flower)
Was his favorite song
And when he played for Mama
Her house became a home
As he grew old, he could play no more
And his mind began to fail.
We'd often find him in the field
He seemed so old and frail
One day, we couldn't find him
And after many days,
Found him lying with the wildwood flowers
Up on Mama's grave
The Wildwood Flower
(The Wildwood Flower)
Was his favorite song
And when he played for Mama
Her house became a home
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.22] Mama was his Wildwood Flower, my Daddy used to say
[00:15.97] And to prove to her he loved her
[00:18.82] He'd play it every day
[00:23.56] Mom would look at him and smile
[00:26.20] She'd say, "God bless my man"
[00:30.67] I don't regret one single time that I gave him my hand.
[00:38.03] The Wildwood Flower
[00:40.27] (The Wildwood Flower)
[00:43.26] Was his favorite song
[00:47.51] And when he played for Mama
[00:50.19] Her house became a home
[01:02.03] Mom took sick and passed away
[01:04.92] This was his darkest hour.
[01:09.17] He came home that very day
[01:12.02] And he played the Wildwood Flower
[01:16.53] Time went by and he grew old
[01:19.25] He'd sit and play for hours
[01:23.73] Memories of Mom on his old guitar
[01:26.59] He'd play the Wildwood Flower
[01:31.09] The Wildwood Flower
[01:32.79] (The Wildwood Flower)
[01:36.36] Was his favorite song
[01:40.56] And when he played for Mama
[01:43.23] Her house became a home
[01:55.24] One night, as I walked by his house
[01:57.94] I though I heard his song
[02:02.42] I heard Mama talking
[02:05.17] But Mom had long been gone
[02:09.78] I looked through the window
[02:12.30] And saw God's mighty power
[02:16.84] There sat Mom with Daddy
[02:19.50] He was playing the Wildwood Flower
[02:24.27] The Wildwood Flower
[02:26.06] (The Wildwood Flower)
[02:29.67] Was his favorite song
[02:33.77] And when he played for Mama
[02:36.33] Her house became a home
[02:48.20] As he grew old, he could play no more
[02:50.83] And his mind began to fail.
[02:55.20] We'd often find him in the field
[02:58.12] He seemed so old and frail
[03:02.53] One day, we couldn't find him
[03:05.14] And after many days,
[03:09.74] Found him lying with the wildwood flowers
[03:12.91] Up on Mama's grave
[03:17.26] The Wildwood Flower
[03:18.98] (The Wildwood Flower)
[03:22.26] Was his favorite song
[03:26.39] And when he played for Mama
[03:29.27] Her house became a home
[03:38.45]
[00:15.97] And to prove to her he loved her
[00:18.82] He'd play it every day
[00:23.56] Mom would look at him and smile
[00:26.20] She'd say, "God bless my man"
[00:30.67] I don't regret one single time that I gave him my hand.
[00:38.03] The Wildwood Flower
[00:40.27] (The Wildwood Flower)
[00:43.26] Was his favorite song
[00:47.51] And when he played for Mama
[00:50.19] Her house became a home
[01:02.03] Mom took sick and passed away
[01:04.92] This was his darkest hour.
[01:09.17] He came home that very day
[01:12.02] And he played the Wildwood Flower
[01:16.53] Time went by and he grew old
[01:19.25] He'd sit and play for hours
[01:23.73] Memories of Mom on his old guitar
[01:26.59] He'd play the Wildwood Flower
[01:31.09] The Wildwood Flower
[01:32.79] (The Wildwood Flower)
[01:36.36] Was his favorite song
[01:40.56] And when he played for Mama
[01:43.23] Her house became a home
[01:55.24] One night, as I walked by his house
[01:57.94] I though I heard his song
[02:02.42] I heard Mama talking
[02:05.17] But Mom had long been gone
[02:09.78] I looked through the window
[02:12.30] And saw God's mighty power
[02:16.84] There sat Mom with Daddy
[02:19.50] He was playing the Wildwood Flower
[02:24.27] The Wildwood Flower
[02:26.06] (The Wildwood Flower)
[02:29.67] Was his favorite song
[02:33.77] And when he played for Mama
[02:36.33] Her house became a home
[02:48.20] As he grew old, he could play no more
[02:50.83] And his mind began to fail.
[02:55.20] We'd often find him in the field
[02:58.12] He seemed so old and frail
[03:02.53] One day, we couldn't find him
[03:05.14] And after many days,
[03:09.74] Found him lying with the wildwood flowers
[03:12.91] Up on Mama's grave
[03:17.26] The Wildwood Flower
[03:18.98] (The Wildwood Flower)
[03:22.26] Was his favorite song
[03:26.39] And when he played for Mama
[03:29.27] Her house became a home
[03:38.45]