From the sheet music at the University of Maine:


FLOWER FROM THE FIELDS OF ALABAMA
Words and music by Dan J. Sullivan, ©1900.

VERSE 1: One fine eve long, long ago,
As the sun was sinking low,
Down in Alabama 'neath a southern sky,
It was in the month of June
And the roses were in bloom.
On the roadside they would greet you passing by.
To her happy home I went
For the blessing and consent
Of the mother of the girl I longed to wed.
And as I drew near the place,
Tears ran down her dear old face.
When I asked her for her daughter's hand, she said:

CHORUS: She's a flower from the fields of Alabama.
Take her, for she loves you, lad, I know.
Health and luck where'er you go:
Here's the blessing I bestow.
She's a flower from the fields of Alabama.

VERSE 2: Sitting by my cottage door,
Thinking of the days of yore,
While my dear old wife was seated by my side,
And it seemed but yesterday
When a maiden young and gay
Promised me that she would be my bonny bride.
But a change has taken place:
There are wrinkles on her face,
And those pretty locks of brown have turned to grey.
In her eyes true love I see
And she's just as dear to me
As she was the day I heard her mother say: CHORUS