When I Was In My Prime

When I was in my prime, I flourished like a vine
Along there came a false young man, come stole the heart of mine.
Come stole the heart of mine.

The gardener standing by, three offers he made 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, it fades away too soon
The violet is too pale a bloom, I think I'll wait till June
I think I'll wait till June.

In June the red rose blooms, but it`s not the flower for me
It's then I'll uproot the red, red rose, and plant a willow tree.
And plant a willow tree.

And the willow tree shall weep and the willow tree shall mourn
How I wish I were in my young man's arms who stole the heart of mine
Who stole the heart of mine.

And if I'm spared young year more, and if God should grant me grace
I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears, and wash his deceitful face
And wash his deceitful face.