The flowers I saw in the wildwood Have since dropped their beautiful leaves And the many dear friends of my childhood Have slumbered many years in their graves But the bloom of the flowers I remember Though their smiles I may never more see For the cold chilly winds of December Stole my flowers' companions from me 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 My flowers companions and me 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 And friends to meet with loved ones above For in heaven I can but remember When from earth my soul shall be free There no cold chilly winds of December Shall steal my companions from me