When I Was in My Prime

The pink snow flower at all
I think I'll wait 'til June
The gardener standing by
Which I refused all three
There came along, a false young man
If I'm spared for one year more
For then I'll pluck the red rose up

And the willow tree shall whine

Come stole, the heart of mine
That's not the flower for me
The pink, the violet and red rose
That stole the heart of mine
And the willow tree shall weep
I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears
I wish I was in the young man's arms
Come stole, the heart of mine
Which I refused all three

For it fades away to soon
Three offers he made to me
And plant a willow tree

To wash his deceitful face
In June, the red rose blooms
And plant a willow tree
And God should grant me grace
That stole the heart of mine
And the violet is too pale a hue
I think I'll wait 'til June