There's a little island pasture that
I know, know, know,
Where roses, fern, and bayberry
All grow, grow, grow;
Where daisies shine, and clover clumps
Are red, red, red,
And every bright blue harebell nods
Its head, head, head;
Where devil's-paint-brush glows like fire
In the grass, grass, grass,
And all the birds go singing as
They pass, pass, pass.
Oh, it's there I'd like to live with flowers
Round my door, door, door,
And never leave that pasture
Any more, more, more!