Oh I have met a daisy
But where we met was hazy
And I have walked the streets
with Marguerites and
clinging vines beside me
Oh I met a lot of beaux
But I never met a rose
There's often been a heaven
And I'm for all together
And I have even met a violet
to almost satisfy me
Yes I met every kind that grows
But I never met a rose
Among the daylilies
I often sally
I left a lily in the valley
But now and then I ponder
And wonder as I wander
Among the fields and sure
perhaps the trouble is
Who knows
That I never met a rose
Never never met a rose
By roaming through the clover
Perhaps I 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