About the song
The Carter Family, a trio of siblings and their cousin, emerged from the Appalachian Mountains in the early 20th century, revolutionizing American music. Their simple, yet profound harmonies and heartfelt storytelling captured the essence of rural life and folk traditions. Among their vast repertoire, “Wildwood Flower” stands as a timeless masterpiece, a testament to their enduring legacy.
Released in 1928, “Wildwood Flower” is a traditional ballad that traces its roots to the British Isles. However, the Carter Family’s rendition breathes new life into the song, imbuing it with their distinctive Appalachian style. The haunting melody, accompanied by the delicate strumming of a guitar, evokes a sense of longing and nostalgia. The lyrics, filled with imagery of nature and lost love, resonate deeply with listeners, regardless of their cultural background.
The Carter Family’s harmonies are a hallmark of their music. The siblings’ voices blend seamlessly, creating a rich and textured sound. Their singing is both intimate and powerful, conveying a sense of vulnerability and resilience. The simplicity of their arrangements, devoid of complex instrumentation, allows the music to speak for itself.
“Wildwood Flower” has had a profound influence on countless artists, from Bob Dylan to Johnny Cash. Its enduring popularity can be attributed to its timeless themes, beautiful melody, and the Carter Family’s heartfelt performance. The song remains a beloved classic, a reminder of the power of music to connect us to our past and to each other.
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Lyrics
Oh, I’ll twine with my mingles and waving black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
And the myrtle so bright with the emerald hue
The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue.
Oh I’ll dance, I will sing and my (*laugh) shall be gay
I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway
When I woke from my dreaming, my idol was clay
All portion of love had all flown away.
Oh he taught me to love him and promised to love
And to cherish me over all others above
How my heart is now wond’ring no mis’ry can tell
He’s left me no warning, no words of farewell.
Oh, he taught me to love him and called me his (*flow’r)
That was blooming to cheer him through life’s dreary hour
Oh, I long to see him and regret the dark hour
He’s gone and neglected this pale wildwood flow’r.