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Lyrics: Don't you send me flowers, and say your love is true, makin' like you love me and sayin' what you do. Don't you say you've missed me, I'm always on your mind. Don't whisper those sweet nothings that I can't ever find. So I've gone to the mountains pickin' bluebells and mountain columbine. Oh I've gone to the mountains, for violets and birds of paradise. But forget-me-nots I'm skippin', hon, I'm leaving them behind. No don't you send me presents, don't call me on the phone. Don't leave me a waitin' all night alone. Don't say you'd regret it if I become his bride, 'cause darlin' if you loved me you'd be here by my side. So I've gone to the mountains pickin' bluebells and mountain columbine. Oh I've gone to the mountains, for violets and birds of paradise. But forget-me-nots I'm skippin', hon, I'm leaving them behind. Don't you know I loved you so well so long ago? Brighter than the sunshine, purer than the snow. I could climb a moutain or swim across the sea, but I couldn't make you give your love to me. So I've gone to the mountains for bluebells and mountain columbine. Oh I've gone to the mountains, for violets and birds of paradise. But forget-me-nots I'm skippin', hon, I'm leaving them behind. Tabs:
(Elana Fremerman, c. 2002 Osage Music / Calhoun Street Music (BMI)) |
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