Push me harder dear Daffodil;
Push me on your way to the mill
Push me when you come to me
Push me hardest dear Daffodil;
Hold me softly dear Daffodil;
Hold me in the cave on top of the hill
Hold me when you come to me
Hold me hardest dear Daffodil;
Some men sing on the way to their graves
Some women weave shawls instead
Children play when the spring blooms
Fly with the wind, dear Daffodil
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