When Death has shut the blue skies out from me,
Sweet Daffodil ,
And years roll on without my memory,
Thou'lt reach thy tender fingers down to mine of clay,
A true friend still ,
Although I'll never know thee till the Judgment Day.
When Death has shut the blue skies out from me,
Sweet Daffodil ,
And years roll on without my memory,
Thou'lt reach thy tender fingers down to mine of clay,
A true friend still ,
Although I'll never know thee till the Judgment Day.