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When I was in my prime |
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I flourished like a vine |
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There came along a false young man |
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That stole the heart of mine |
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That stole the heart of mine |
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The gardener standing by |
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Three offers he made to me |
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The pink, the violet and red rose |
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Which I refused all three |
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Which I refused all three |
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The pink's no flower at all |
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For it fades away too soon |
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And the violet is too pale a hue |
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I think I'll wait 'til June |
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I think I'll wait 'til June |
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In June the red rose blooms |
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That's not the flower for me |
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For then I'll pluck the red rose off |
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And plant a willow tree |
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And plant a willow tree |
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And the willow tree shall weep |
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And the willow tree shall whine |
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I wish I was in the young man's arms |
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That stole the heart of mine |
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That stole the heart of mine |
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If I'm spared for one year more |
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And God should grant me grace |
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I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears |
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To wash his deceitful face |
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To wash his deceitful face |
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Credits: Traditional; arranged by Michael McGlynn |
