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