Текст: George Jones. My Heart's Bouquet.

I was just a very young fellow
When I found my pretty flower
Growing in a field of love one day

When she told me that she love me
Then I knew that I must have her
And I picked her as my heart's bouquet

She's my heart's bouquet my heart's bouquet
I picked her from the field of love one day
Well, I loved her then and I love her
Still cross my heart, I always will
She's my darling she's my heart's bouquet

We have faced the years together
Sharing all our joy and sorrow
She has been my pride along the way

Through it all she has advantage
Never one time has she failed it
Since I picked her as my heart's bouquet

She's my heart's bouquet

When old ages crept upon us
And the years show in our faces
And her golden hair has turned to gray

She'll still be my precious darling
And I love her more than ever
Just the same she'll be my heart's bouquet

She's my heart's bouquet