I will twine with my mingles of raven black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
The meadow so bright with it’s emerald hue
And the pale and the leader and eyes look so blue
I will dance, I will sing and my life shall be gay
I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway
I woke from my dream and all idols was clay
And all portions of love then had all flown away
He told me to love him and promised to love
And cherish me over all others above
My poor heart is wondering no misery can tell
He left me no warning, no words of farewell
He told me to love him and called me his flower
That was blooming to cheer him through life’s weary hour
How I long to see him and regret the dark hour
He’s gone and neglected his frail wildwood flower
1.
I'll twine 'mid the ringlets of my raven black hair,
The lilies so pale and the roses so fair,
The myrtle so bright with an emerald hue,
And the pale aronatus with eyes of bright blue.
2.
I'll sing and I'll dance, my laugh shall be gay;
I'll cease this wild weeping drive sorrow away,
Tho' my heart is now breaking, He never shall know
That his name made me tremble and my pale cheeks to glow.
3.
I'll think of him never I'll be wildly gay,
I'll charm ev'ry heart, and the crowd I will sway,
I'll live yet to see him, regret the dark hour
When he won, then neglected, the frail wildwood flower.
4.
He told me he loved me, and promis'd to love,
Trough ill and misfortune, all others above,
Another has won him, ah, misery to tell;
He left me in silence no word of farewell.
5.
He taught me to love him, he call'd me his flower
That blossom'd for him all the brighter each hour
But I woke from my dreaming, my idol was clay
My visions of love have all faded away.
6.
I'll think of him never I'll be wildly gay,
I'll charm ev'ry heart, and the crowd I will sway,
I'll live yet to see him, regret the dark hour
When he won, then neglected, the frail wildwood flower.
1860 - Words by Maud Irving
I count exactly two words different between this version and the Maybelle Carter version on Utube. Can we stop fussing about the lyrics? Clearly Reese patterned her delivery after Maybelle -- a slower pace but the same flat cadence and understated emotion. It is this that characterizes early country music and gives it its charm, and Reese is nothing here if not melt-your-heart charming.
Mother Mabel said her mother told her that she made up her own lyrics. Wildwood flower was published in North Carolina in 1860, the Carter Family recorded it in 1929, seventy years later, but with Mabel's "edits". It was originally a sentimental parlor ballad, but Mabel's rough embellishments had the effect of giving it an "authentic" homespun quality. I suppose we should be grateful to the Carters for rescuing it from obscurity, and we can appreciate both the delicate lovely original (which is rarely performed) and the homespun Carter version. If you can find a recording of the original.
Reese was the perfect choice for June Carter. I can never get enough of her in the movie. Shes so sweet and caring. Beautiful and with the voice of an angel.