Come all you sweet and fair young maids Who flower-age in your prime Be sure and keep your garden clean Let no man take your time
My time it is all blown away I cannot plant a new In the place where my time stood It's all blown a' lovin' you
In June come a prim rose flower But that is not for me I will poof my prim rose flower and plant A willow tree
Oh willow tree, willow Will sorrows mixed our Do tell to all this wide white wellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
