Gathering Flowers from the Hillside - June Carter

I’ve been gathering flowers from the hillside

To reach all around your brow

But you kept me a waiting so long dear

These flowers have all withered now

It was on one bright June morning

He rose his worrying blues

I shot and killed my darling

And what will be my due

I know that you have seen troubles

But never hang down your head

My love for you is like a flower

My love for you is dead

I’ve been gathering flowers from the hillside

To reach all around your brow

But you kept me a waiting so long dear The flowers have all withered now