Yellow dandelion

I used to meet her every evening in town
And every night she would be waiting for me in a pretty gown
But to show her my love it would be a flower I would be buying
Every evening I would hand her a yellow dandelion

It was late one evening while eating inside the café
When a local spinster with a violin began to play  
A sonata bittersweet and to its beauty I was denying  
Every evening I would hand her a yellow dandelion

After dinner we were walking to the carriage
Arm in arm under the moonlight as if we intended marriage
Then a man came out of the darkness and to rob us he was trying 
Every evening I would hand her a yellow dandelion

I threw the bastard to the dirt and the fight for my life did ensue
It was also the fight for her love and also the fight for her life too
But she hid behind a tree and into a handkerchief she was crying
Every evening I would hand her a yellow dandelion

The robber then took out his knife and then he ended my life
And to think that I was going to propose and make her my wife
But she whispered to me “I love you” as I laid in her arms dying
Every evening I would hand her a yellow dandelion

She wore black on that cold grey morning in the cemetery
The robber is now serving a life sentence in the penitentiary
But every morning through the sky as a white dove I am flying
And every morning on my tombstone she will hand me a yellow dandelion