Oh, she comes down the mountainside
Admiring the view both far and wide
Little Daisy-O,
Still far from wise, long way to go

Strolling 'till the route becomes her
Leaving all the hearts she conquered
Little Daisy-O,
Time don't stop, won't make it so

Sticking to a constant jog trot
Knocks over barrels with her slingshot
Little Daisy-O,
Those hazel eyes will never know

Tastes the water in the lake
Smells the darkest caves
Touches the meandering snake
Hears the highets waves

Always chewing tainted straws
She's moving with no rest, no pause
Little Daisy-O
Greeting sun as greeting snow