When I was in my prime I flourished like a vine There came along a false, young man That stole the heart of mine That stole the heart of mine The gardener standing by Three choices he offered 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 For it fades away too soon The violet is too pale a hue I think I'll wait 'til June I think I'll wait 'til June ♪ In June, the red rose blooms That's not the flower for me I think I'll pull the red rose up And plant a willow tree And plant a willow tree And the willow tree shall weep And the willow tree shall whine I wish I was in the young man's arm That stole the heart of mine That stole the heart of mine ♪ If I should last for one year more And God should grant me grace I'll save enough crystal tears To wash his deceitful face To wash his deceitful face