When I was in my prime I flourished like a vine There came along a false young man Who stole the heart of mine Who stole the heart of mine And 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 to 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 up 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 loves arms That stole the heart of mine That stole the heart of mine If I live for one year more And God will grant me grace I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears To wash his deceitful face To wash his deceitful face