The fields are full of daisies The skies are sapphire blue; By the arbor in the garden I wait, my love for you. The garden blooms with poppies Their flame burns bright and gay; With scent of rose and honey Will you come to me today? Through the hours together In scented copse we lie; In the blaze of golden weather Beneath a deep blue sky. When we would have our pleasure For such a transitory stay; Should we squander leisure Will you come to me today? Life has not much to offer Man has naught to lose; This day chance agrees to proffer What we dare not now refuse. We will take this fleeting hour In this silent hazy gloom; While the poppies are in flower And the roses are in bloom If time remembers later And tries to claim her due; Our grieving will be greater Than the wonder I had with you. When ignited by your laughter Through sad and lonely years I will find in the hereafter An eternity of tears.