I sowed the seeds of love I sowed them in the springtime Gathered them up in the morning so soon While small birds sweetly sing While small birds sweetly sing My garden was planted well With flowers everywhere I had not the liberty to choose for myself The flower I held most dear The gardener standing by Three flowers he gave to me He gave me the violet, the lily and the pink But I refused all three The violet I did not like Because it fades so soon The lily and the pink I did overthink And vowed I would wait til June For in June is the red, red rose And that's the flower for me Ofttimes Have I plucked that red rosy bush And gained a willow tree Now the willow tree may twist And the willow tree may twine I wish I was lying in that young woman's arms That once held this heart of mine
