Wildflowers

They're picking wildflowers on a warm summers evening Arm in arm they walked Forest Lane Picking wildflowers as the sun sets low Then they walked home again No matter how busy, how heavy his load No matter how worn from the day When he came home he asked for her hand To go walking the in the old-fashioned way They're picking wildflowers on a warm summer evening Arm in arm they walked Forest Lane Picking wildflowers as the sun sets low Then they walked home again There weren't many words, he didn't have much to say He carried his love in his eyes She was his rest at the end of each day His hope, his sea, his sky They're picking wildflowers on a warm summer evening Arm in arm they walked Forest Lane Picking wildflowers as the sun sets low Then they walked home again They're picking wildflowers on a warm summer evening Arm in arm they walked Forest Lane Picking wildflowers as the sun sets low He kissed her then they walked home again