Story Behind the Song
"Where we lived in Germany, I noticed that these two very different types of flowers seem to always grow and bloom together at the same time, and in the same places, usually in poor or disturbed soil. I said to myself: 'There's a song in it somewhere'. This one was written on a bike ride after a mild marital spat."
(Wil Maring, in May of 1999)m
Lyrics
Oh, the daisies and poppies, they both were in bloom
The day that I met you, that first day in June.
And the daisies and poppies you gathered that day
Stay fresh in my memory, though love withered away.
Oh, the daisy shown bright like the five 'o clock sun.
Her petals I plucked for love one by one.
And the poppy she stood for the day my heart bled.
The cruel words of parting still ring in my head.
Oh, the daisies and poppies they grow side by side,
Their roots entwining upon the hillsides.
The daisies, the poppies, the bitter and sweet,
Love given and taken, hearts left incomplete.
Oh, the daisy when cut stands strong many a day,
while the poppy, in hours, she withers away.
And I should have seen when you brought them that day,
The poppy's left better in the fields where she lay.
Oh, the daisies and poppies, they bloom every year,
and though time has been kind, oh, they still bring a tear,
when I walk on the hills in the first days of June,
Through the daisies and poppies, I still think of you.
Through the daisies and poppies, I still think of you..
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