Flowers In Your Hair

How I pray that I shall never forget The day we picked the violets You wore them in your hair And Spring was in the air. When bluebells danced in sunlit glades Like an azure carpet so neatly laid And sugar-almond apple blossom bloomed These tender flowers are gone too soon Like Spring-time in a brave new year Hope for hope is always here When chilling frosts are gone. I will always remember as time goes by Ancient lanes beneath roiling skies That mirror'd your eyes of China blue And we picked violets in the lane You wore them in your hair. How I pray I shall never forget The day we picked the violets.