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 nothin's, 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.
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'll 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 mountain, or swim across the sea, But I couldn't make you give your love to me.
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.
Compositor: Elana Jaime Fremerman ECAD: Obra #16900293