Full Lyrics
A garland for our fairest,
For her we love so well,
We'll weave with flowers the rarest
In garden and in dell.
The daisy, like her gentle heart,
So modest, pure and meek;
The rose to match the blushing bloom
That decks her dainty cheek.
Thus blooming, sweetly blooming,
Our garland bright shall go!
Ah! when she sees
We fain would please,
Will she one smile bestow!
The lily, like her fingers white,
Whose lightest touch we prize!
And violets for the liquid light,
Within her dark blue eyes.
But oh! no flower beneath the sun
Can e'er to her impart
The changeless love whose tendrils cling
So closely round each heart.
Thus blooming, sweetly blooming,
Our garland bright shall go!
Ah! when she sees
We fain would please,
Will she one smile bestow!
