When I Was In My Prime Letra

When I was in my prime I flourished like a vineThere came along a false young man which stole the heart of mineWhich stole the heart of mine.The gardener standing by, three choices he offered to meThe paint, the violet and red rose, which I refused all threeWhich I refused all three.The paint's no flower at all, for it fades away to soonThe violet is too pale a hue, I think I'll wait 'til JuneI think I'll wait 'til June.In June the red rose blooms, that's not the flower for meI think I'll pull the red rose up and plant a willow treeAnd plant a willow tree.And the willow tree shall weep, and the willow tree shall whineI wish I was in the young man's arms that stole the heart of mineThat stole the heart of mine.If I should last for one year more, and God should grant me graceI'll save enough crystal tears to wash his deceitful faceTo wash his deceitful face