Lucy


Oh, Lucy, Lucy
Field of white and gold
Pretty things can be made from these flowers I'm told

Lucy, Lucy made a daisy Chain
in her outstretched hand she loosely craned
As the days go by I heard her sigh
her daisies wilt and start to die

Lucy, Lucy made a hair band
She held it in the palm of her hand
As the days go by I heard her sigh
her daisies wilt and start to die

Oh, Lucy, Lucy
Field of white and gold
will remain in her mind forever behold

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