When I was in my prime
I flourished like a vine
Then came along a false young man
And stole alway my time, time
And stole alway my time

The gardener standing by
Three offers he gave me
The pink, the violet and red rose
Which I refused all three, three
Which I refused all three

The pink's no flower at all
Cause it fades away too soon
The violet is too pale a bloom
I thought I’d wait till June, June
I thought I’d wait till June

In June the red rose blooms
But that’s no flower for me
For then I'll pluck the red rose, boys
And plant a willow tree, tree
And plant a willow tree

The willow tree will twist
And the willow tree will twine
I wish I was in my young man's arms
The one, the love of mine, mine
The one, the love of mine