PATTIE.COOL comely country Pattie, grownA daisy where the daisies grow,No wind of heaven has ever blownAcross a field-flower’s daintier snow.Gold-white among the meadow-grassThe humble little daisies thrive;I cannot see them as I pass,But I am glad to be alive.And so I turn where Pattie stands,A flower among the flowers at play;I’ll lay my heart into her hands,And she will smile the clouds away.
COOL comely country Pattie, grownA daisy where the daisies grow,No wind of heaven has ever blownAcross a field-flower’s daintier snow.
Gold-white among the meadow-grassThe humble little daisies thrive;I cannot see them as I pass,But I am glad to be alive.
And so I turn where Pattie stands,A flower among the flowers at play;I’ll lay my heart into her hands,And she will smile the clouds away.