Amelia Rae - daisy Lyrics

Mama grew a garden one hot summer day
Told me “deary Daisy, don’t go picking them all away”
“Feed them kind and pick only one,” Mama sang with the nightingales that Thursday
“Feed them kind and pick only one” ringing in my head
I cried (I cried)
I drooled (I drooled)
I laughed (I laughed)
I said (I said)
The flowers in the garden are mine
Mine to pick, mine to care, mine to love
Mine to pick, mine to care, mine to love
I picked one dahlia two Junes ago
And he died crying in my hair
Tore one lavender the next day
With all things gone, he left me bare
“Feed them kind and pick only one” ringing in my head
I cried (I cried)
I drooled (I drooled)
I laughed (I laughed)
I said (I said)
The flowers in the garden are mine
Mine to pick, mine to care, mine to love
Mine to pick, mine to care, mine to love
I fed them kind and picked more than one
Mama doesn’t know what she says
They were mine to pick, mine to love
Don’t listen to what mama says
She doesn’t know
She doesn’t know but I do
Ringing in my head
Last summer I wept at his feet
I just knew gardenia was my final choice
And that was the day I saw her truth
Ringing in my head was mama’s voice
“Feed them kind and pick only one” ringing in my head
I cried (I cried)
I drooled (I drooled)
I laughed (I laughed)
I said (I said)
The flowers in the garden are mine
Mine to pick, mine to care, mine to love
Mine to pick, mine to care, mine to love

Mama grew a garden one hot summer day
Told me “deary Daisy, don’t go picking them all away”
“Feed them kind and pick only one,” Mama sang with the nightingales that Thursday
“Feed them kind and pick only one” ringing in my head
I cried (I cried)
I drooled (I drooled)
I laughed (I laughed)
I said (I said)
The flowers in the garden are mine
Mine to pick, mine to care, mine to love
Mine to pick, mine to care, mine to love
I picked one dahlia two Junes ago
And he died crying in my hair
Tore one lavender the next day
With all things gone, he left me bare
“Feed them kind and pick only one” ringing in my head
I cried (I cried)
I drooled (I drooled)
I laughed (I laughed)
I said (I said)
The flowers in the garden are mine
Mine to pick, mine to care, mine to love
Mine to pick, mine to care, mine to love
I fed them kind and picked more than one
Mama doesn’t know what she says
They were mine to pick, mine to love
Don’t listen to what mama says
She doesn’t know
She doesn’t know but I do
Ringing in my head
Last summer I wept at his feet
I just knew gardenia was my final choice
And that was the day I saw her truth
Ringing in my head was mama’s voice
“Feed them kind and pick only one” ringing in my head
I cried (I cried)
I drooled (I drooled)
I laughed (I laughed)
I said (I said)
The flowers in the garden are mine
Mine to pick, mine to care, mine to love
Mine to pick, mine to care, mine to love