Daisy Dean

[Darren]

Anyone have lyrics/chords to this tune? I know that Grandpa Jones and Tut Taylor each did a version of this tune.

[glennsixkiller]

I don't have the chords to Daisy Dean, but below are the words to the Tut Taylor version. You are probably aware that Tut Taylor played the Dobro with a flat pick.



Down in the meadow on the first day of springtime, where the young grass now grows a depression green. But the golden boys vanish, with the sunshine and flowers, with the roses and my darling Daisy Dean.

None you heard wants to love her, the dear one of my heart, for the memory is ever fresh and green. For the sweet grass may wither, fond hearts be broken, I love you, my darling Daisy Dean.

Oh, her brown silken dresses, just like a raven, and a fairer form was never ever seen. But the death angel took her from this weary world of sorrow, I lost her, that loved one, Daisy Dean

None you heard wants to love her, the dear one of my heart. Oh, the memories are ever fresh and green. Though the sweet grass may wither, fond hearts be broken. I love you my darling Daisy Dean.


None you heard wants to love her, the dear one of my heart. Oh, the memories are ever fresh and green. Yet the sweet grass may wither, fond hearts be broken, I love you my darling Daisy Dean

[sziegelmeyer]

Here is the song as done by Grandpa Jones.

(G) It was down in the meadows, (C) where the violets were blooming,
(G) and the springtime grass was ever fresh and (D) green
(G) And the birds by the brooklet (C) their sweet songs were singing,
(G) When I first met my (D)darling Daisy (G)Dean.

Chorus
(C) None knew her but to love her, (G) that dear one of my heart,
(G) O her memory is ever fresh and (D) green
(G) Tho' the sweet buds may wither (C) and the fond hearts be broken,
(G) Still I'll love thee my (D)darling Daisy (G) Dean.

Her eyes soft and tender, the violets outvieing,
And a fairer form was never never seen.
With her brown silken tresses, her cheeks like the roses,
There was none like my darling Daisy Dean.

Chorus

The bright flowers are faded, the young is withered,
And a dark cloud now hovers o'er the scene:
For the death angel took her, and left me in sorrow
For my lost one, my darling Daisy Deane.

Chorus

O, down in the meadows I still love to wander,
Where the young grass grows ever fresh and green;
But the bright golden visions of springtime have faded
With the flowers, and my darling Daisy Dean.