My flowers grow

My flowers grow green So pretty to see; My true love has promised to come back to me; sHe promised to stay For a lifetime through And change my sad flowers to the red white and blue. sHe held me and kist me And swore she\'d be mine When she came back last trip from the deep salty brine It was on that sweet morning That I told her I cared; And a bouquet of new hope she tied in my hair. My roses of summer, My violets for spring; Forgetmenots bloomed round my cheeks like a ring; Buttercups and daisies Peeping so shy; Nobody can love you as dearly as I. My pinks and my phlox, And my four o\'clocks all; Love vines are climbing my high garden wall; My flowers brought you From across that sad sea; You\'ll never kiss another one pretty as me. My flowers brought you From across that sad sea You\'ll never kiss another, prettier than me. Writer.