I sowed the seeds of love I sowed them in the spring I gathered them up in the morning so clear When the small birds so sweetly sing When the small birds so sweetly sing
The gardener was standing by I asked him to choose for me He chose for me the violet, the lily and the pink But those I refused all three But those I refused all three
The violet I did not like Because it bloomed so soon The lily and the pink I really over-think So I thought I would wait till June So I thought I would wait till June
In June there was a red rose bud That is the flower for me I often times have plucked that red rose bud Till I gained the willow tree Till I gained the willow tree
The willow tree will twist The willow tree will twine I often have wished I was in the young man's arms Who once had the arms of mine Who once had the arms of mine
I sowed the seeds of love I sowed them in the spring I gathered them up in the morning so soon When the small birds so sweetly sing When the small birds so sweetly singTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
