I don't regret one single day that I gave him my hand

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The Wildwood Flower was his favorite song
And when he played for Mamma our house became a home

Mom fell sick and passed away, this was his darkest hour
He went home that very day and played The Wildwood Flower
Time passed by and he grew old and he'd sit and play for hours
Memories of Mom on his old guitar, he played The Wildwood Flower

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The Wildwood Flower was his favorite song
And when he played for Mamma our house became a home

One day while walking past his house I thought I heard his song
Mamma was talking, but Mom had long been gone
I looked through his window and saw God's mighty power
Mamma sitting there with Daddy, he was playing The Wildwood Flower

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The Wildwood Flower was his favorite song
And when he played for Mamma our house became a home

He grew old and couldn't play no more and his mind began to fail
We often found him in the field, he seemed so old and frail
One day we could not find him and after many days
Found him laying in the Wildwood flowers up on Mamma's grave

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The Wildwood Flower was his favorite song
And when he played for Mamma our house became a home