When I was in my prime
I flourished like a vine
Along there came a false young man
Who stole the heart of mine
Who stole the heart of mine
The gardener standing by
Three offers he made to me
The pink, the violet, and red rose
To which I refused all three
To 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
I think I'll pluck the red rose off
And plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree
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