I grow in the fields
Amid another herbs
On river bank and hills
With friends I like to herd
My genus known well
From somewhat year BC
Amid another herbs
On river bank and hills
With friends I like to herd
My genus known well
From somewhat year BC
The cattle like my smell
And people like my tea
The children I attract
They make me to a wreath
By putting head to head
And weaving stems and leaves
When I am weaved like that
I love to see you smile
Do you remember me?
My name is Chamomile
