Her love lives on a daisy chain
linked together with joy and pain.
Each petal dreaming of love true,
each stem her hope is reaching to
try and uncover destiny
and see how good her life can be.
In the meadow sewing flowers
she sits thinking of the hours,
she’s sat there wishing on her own
that she didn’t have to be alone.
Her wistful heart feels so hazy
so she picks another daisy.
She waits there under beating sun
for all her chains to be undone.
She plucks from soft white flower head
he loves me and her fears are shed.
The petals strewn and cast aside
she wears her daisy chain with pride.
For all those lonely times have past
as he comes striding through the grass.
His love for her worn in his eyes
and now there’ll only be blue skies.
He comes with smiles and bottled wine
he will become her valentine.