Gathering Flowers From The Hillside Lyrics - Hank Thompson

GATHERING FLOWERS FROM THE HILLSIDE 

Writer A.P. Carter 

I've been gathering flowers from the hillside 

To wreath around your brow 

But you've kept me a-waitin' so long, dear 

The flowers have all withered now 

I know that you have seen trouble 

But never hang down your head 

Your love for me is like the flowers 

Your love for me is dead 

It was on one bright June morning 

The roses were in bloom 

I shot and killed my darling 

And what will be my doom? 

Closed eyes cannot see these roses 

Closed hands cannot hold them, you know 

And these lips that still cannot kiss me 

Has gone from me forever more