Ralph Stanley - Daddys wildwood flower

^DWell Mama was his Wildwood Flower, ^Gmy Daddy used to ^Dsay, ^DAnd to prove to her he loved her, ^Ahe'd play it every ^Dday. ^DMom would look at him and smile, she'd ^Gsay, "God bles^Ds my man, ^DI don't regret one single day that ^AI gave him my h^Dand.

^DThe Wildwood Flower ^GWas his favorite s^Dong, ^DAnd when he played for Mama, ^AHer house became a ^Dhome.

^DMom took sick and passed away, ^Gthis was his darkest ^Dhour. ^DHe came home that very day and he ^Aplayed the Wildwood ^DFlower. ^DTime went by and he grew old, h^Ge'd sit and play for h^Dours, ^DMem'ries of Mom on his old guitar, ^Ahe'd play the Wildwood Fl^Dower.

^DThe Wildwood Flower ^GWas his favorite ^Dsong, ^DAnd when he played for Mama, ^AHer house became a ^Dhome.

^DOne night, as I walked by his house, I t^Ghought I heard his ^Dsong. ^DI heard Mama talkin', but M^Aom had long been g^Done. ^DI looked through the window and saw ^GGod's mighty ^Dpower. ^DThere sat Mom with Daddy, he was ^Aplayin' the Wildwood F^Dlower.

^DThe Wildwood Flower ^GWas his favorite ^Dsong, ^DAnd when he played for Mama, ^AHer house became a ^Dhome.

^DAs he grew old, he could play no more, and h^Gis mind began to f^Dail. ^DWe'd often find him in the field, ^Ahe seemed so old and fr^Dail. ^DOne day, we couldn't find him, a^Gnd after many d^Days, ^DFound him lyin' with the wildwood flowers, ^Aup on Mama's g^Drave.

^DThe Wildwood Flower ^GWas his favorite s^Dong, ^DAnd when he played for Mama, H^Aer house became a h^Dome.