Daisies

I softly crept on the wet, wet grass
And plucked a daisy there
Close I draw it, then I'll throw it
Right into the air

Floating down midst its morning dew
Floating windless on a clover bed
A patch I picked, one by one
And tossed them each into the sun

Gold on gold the petals flow
And where they sank, my laughter grow

Floating down midst its morning dew
Floating windless on a clover bed
A patch I picked, one by one
And tossed them each into the sun

Gold on gold the petals flow
And where thеy sank, my laughter grow