I’d Choose to be a Daisy.
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I’d choose to be a daisy,
If I might be a flower,
My petals closing softly
At twilight’s quiet hour,
And waking in the morning
When falls the early dew,
To welcome heaven’s bright sunshine,
And heaven’s bright tear-drops too.
Chorus.—I’d choose to be a daisy,
If I might be a flower,
My petals closing softly
At twilight’s quiet hour.
I love the gentle Lily,
It looks so meek and fair,
But daisies I love better,
For they grow everywhere,
The lilies bloom so sadly,
In sunshine or in shower,
But daisies still look upward,
However dark the hour.
Chorus.—I’d choose to be a daisy, &c.