Ask the Flowers To Tell You

A 1913 song from The Tik-Tok Man of Oz.
Words by L. Frank Baum
Music by Louis F. Gottschalk


The sheet music:


Accompaniment track:


Lyrics

  1. There’s a little flow’ret
    Pretty little flow’ret
    Nestling in the meadow green
    Petals white and spreading
    Golden center wedding
    Daintier was never seen
    Lovers come to gather
    And to ask it whether
    “She loves me or loves me not?”
    Like a necromancer
    Daisy gives the answer
    Then the flow’r soon forgot

He loves me, she loves me not
She loves he, he loves me not
Daisy leaf, pray tell me true
Loves he me? Oh, tell me, do

She loves me, he loves me not
He loves me, she loves me not
Give me quick, the answer, pray
Loves she me? Oh, Daisy say

Refrain
Ask the flow’rs to tell you
And they’ll always tell you true
They’re the wisest little things
That mortals ever knew
When you’re puzzled or in doubt
Just seek the clever blossoms out
And ask the flow’rs to tell you
For they’ll always tell you true

  1. In the meadow hiding
    Modest and confiding
    Grows the golden Buttercup
    Yellow hues reflecting
    When, it’s glow expecting
    To your chin you hold it up
    Seeing is believing
    So it’s not deceiving
    When it tints your face with gold
    Blissfully assuring
    Happy and alluring
    Is the message when it’s told

Buttercup, pray let me see
If your test, means joy to me
Love you butter? Then you’ll be
Fond and true, eternally

This the sign, well known of old
If you love, reflect the gold
But if not, a visage cold
O’er the flow’r, I will behold

  1. You may ask the roses
    When your love proposes
    “Is the answer Yes, or No?”
    He’s no need to guess it
    For they’ll quick confess it
    By the color that they show
    In her hair reposes
    Reddest of the roses
    If the maid will answer “Yes”
    But a white rose choosing
    Means she is refusing
    And your suit you may not press

Roses red, have ever said
That the maid her love will wed
Roses white will Cupid fright
Lovers all, deplore the sight

So the maids, with careless grace
In their hair, the tokens place
And your fate, you quickly see
“Yes” or “No”, ‘Tis sure to be


Sung here by Vancha March: