In the scented bud of the morning O,?
When the windy grass went rippling far,?
I saw my dear one walking slow,?
In the field where the daisies are.

We did not laugh and we did not speak?
As we wandered happily to and fro;?
I kissed my dear on either cheek,?
In the bud of the morning O.

A lark sang up from the breezy land,?
A lark sang down from a cloud afar,?
And she and I went hand in hand?
In the field where the daisies are.