I picked a daisy along the way.
I thought of my true love,
And where he was today.
I look at the daisy’s petals.
They were each white as snow,
I thought that I should pull them
To see if he still loved me so.
He loves me, he loves not,
Went running through my mind.
Should I pull the petals away,
To see what I would find.
My love had gone away,
Many, many days ago.
For whatever the petals would say
I knew he had loved me so.
I did not need this flower,
To tell me what I already knew.
That he had loved me so,
With a love so rare and true.
I looked at the daisy once more,
With thoughts of my Love and what we shared.
Then I continued down the dirt road,
With the daisy in my hair
by Kay Foskey Ricks
