Oh I have met a daisy
But where we met is hazy
And I have walked the streets
With marguerites
And clinging vines beside me

Oh I’ve met a lot of those
But I never met a rose
There’s often been a heather
An armful all together
And I have even met a violet
Who almost satisfied me
Yes I’ve met every kind that grows
But I never met a rose
Among the dahlias

I often dally
I left a lily in the valley
But now and then I ponder
And wonder as I wander
Among the fields and shrub
Perhaps the trouble is

Who knows
That I never met a rose
Never, never met a rose
While roaming through the clover
Could I have passed her over
When all is said and done
Am I the one to blame

Who knows
That I never met a rose
Never, never met a rose