When I was in my prime
I flourished like a vine
But there came along a false young man
Who stole the heart of mine
He stole away my time

The gardener standing by
Three offers he made to me
The pink, the violet and red rose
But I refused all three
Yes, I refused all three

The pink's no flower at all
For she fades away too soon
And the violet she's too pale a hue
I think I'll wait 'til June
I think I'll wait 'til June

In June the red rose blooms
But that's not the flower for me
For in the place where sprung my time
I'll plant a willow tree
I'll plant a willow tree

And the willow tree will weep
And the willow tree will whine
I wish I was in the young man's arms
Who stole the heart of mine
He stole away my prime

If I'm spared for one year more
And if God will grant me grace
I will weep a bowl of crystal tears
To wash his deceitful face
To wash his deceitful face