Ralph Stanley - Daddys wildwood flower

^CWell Mama was his Wildwood Flower, ^Fmy Daddy used to ^Csay, ^CAnd to prove to her he loved her, ^Ghe'd play it every ^Cday. ^CMom would look at him and smile, she'd ^Fsay, "God bles^Cs my man, ^CI don't regret one single day that ^GI gave him my h^Cand.

^CThe Wildwood Flower ^FWas his favorite s^Cong, ^CAnd when he played for Mama, ^GHer house became a ^Chome.

^CMom took sick and passed away, ^Fthis was his darkest ^Chour. ^CHe came home that very day and he ^Gplayed the Wildwood ^CFlower. ^CTime went by and he grew old, h^Fe'd sit and play for h^Cours, ^CMem'ries of Mom on his old guitar, ^Ghe'd play the Wildwood Fl^Cower.

^CThe Wildwood Flower ^FWas his favorite ^Csong, ^CAnd when he played for Mama, ^GHer house became a ^Chome.

^COne night, as I walked by his house, I t^Fhought I heard his ^Csong. ^CI heard Mama talkin', but M^Gom had long been g^Cone. ^CI looked through the window and saw ^FGod's mighty ^Cpower. ^CThere sat Mom with Daddy, he was ^Gplayin' the Wildwood F^Clower.

^CThe Wildwood Flower ^FWas his favorite ^Csong, ^CAnd when he played for Mama, ^GHer house became a ^Chome.

^CAs he grew old, he could play no more, and h^Fis mind began to f^Cail. ^CWe'd often find him in the field, ^Ghe seemed so old and fr^Cail. ^COne day, we couldn't find him, a^Fnd after many d^Cays, ^CFound him lyin' with the wildwood flowers, ^Gup on Mama's g^Crave.

^CThe Wildwood Flower ^FWas his favorite s^Cong, ^CAnd when he played for Mama, H^Ger house became a h^Come.