Classic Poem

Down on the hill on grandfather's farm,
Down on the hill in the sunshine warm,
Beautiful daisies, spotless and bright,
Have expanded their petals, so snowy white.
Oh, daisies, beautiful daisies,
Oh, daisies, in snowy array,
Sweet memories of my childhood
You bring to me to-day.

Down on the hill, oh, daisies white,
've gathered your blossoms in childish delight;
Woven them into wreaths and bouquets
In those happy bygone days.
Oh, daisies, beautiful daisies,
Oh, daisies, in snowy array,
Sweet memories of my childhood
You bring to me to-day.

Were I a child again, happy and gay,
Were I a child again, just for to-day;
I'd be rollicking 'round in the sunshine warm
Plucking the daisies on grandfather's farm!
Oh, daisies, beautiful daisies,
Oh, daisies, in snowy array,
Sweet memories of my childhood
You bring to me to-day.