When I was in my prime
I flourished like a vine
There came along a false young man
Come stole the heart of mine
Come stole the heart of mine
The gardener standing by
Three flowers he offered me
The pink, the violet and red rose
But I refused all three
But I refused all three
The pink's no flower at all
For it fades away too soon
The violet is too pale a hue
I think I'll wait till June
I think I'll wait till June
In June the red rose bloomed
That's not the flower for me
I think I'll pluck the red rose off
And plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree
That willow tree will weep
The willow tree will whined
I wish I was in the young man's arms
That stole this heart of mine
That stole this heart of mine
If I'm here for one year more
And God should grant me grace
I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears
To wash his deceitful face
To wash his deceitful face
