(intro) G D G

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   The flowers I saw in the wildwood,
    have since dropped their beautiful leaves,
    and the many dear friends of my childhood
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    have slumbered for years in their graves.

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    But the bloom of the flowers I remember,
    though their smiles I may nevermore see,
    for the cold chilly winds of December
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    stole my flowers' companions from me.

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    It's no wonder that I'm broken hearted,
    and stricken with sorrow should be,
    for we have met, we have loved, we have parted,
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    my flowers' companions and me.

         G
    How dark looks this world and how dreary,
    when we part from the ones that we love.
    There is rest for the faint and the weary,
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    and friends meet with loved ones above

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    For in heaven I can but remember,
    when from earth my soul shall be free,
    that no cold chilly winds of December
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    shall steal my companions from me.

             G
    It's no wonder that I'm broken hearted,
    and stricken with sorrow should be,
    for we have met, we have loved, we have parted,
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    my flowers' companions and me.