When I was in my prime I flourished like a vine There came along a false young man That stole the heart of mine That stole the heart of mine
The gardener standing by Three offers he made to me The pink, the violet and red rose Which I refused all three Which I refused all three
The pink's no flower at all For it fades away too soon And the violet is too pale a hue I think I'll wait 'til June I think I'll wait 'til June
In June the red rose blooms That's not the flower for me For then I'll pluck the red rose off And plant a willow tree And plant a willow tree
And the willow tree shall weep And the willow tree shall whine I wish I was in the young man's arms That stole the heart of mine That stole the heart of mine
If I'm spared 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 faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.