(Margaret A. Rich) We met in a field of yellow daisies wild and young and free And he picked a bouquet for me She loves me she loves me not for daisies didn't lie They knew better than I she'd go away But they didn't say why. Have you ever been in a field of yellow daisies Where the air is warm and pure and sweet Just as the loved one at your feet. She loves me she loves me not For daisies didn't lie They knew better than I she'd go away But they didn't say why. I may fade like petals from the daisies But for her love I'll always yearn Each year when yellow daisies return. She loves me she loves me not For daisies didn't lie They knew better than I she'd go away But they didn't say why. They didn't say why They didn't say why They didn't say why We met in a field of yellow daisies...