When I Was In My Prime

Lyrics for When I Was In My Prime

When I was in my prime I flourished like a vine There came along a false young man Come stole the heart of mine Come stole the heart of mine The gardener standing by Three offers he made to 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 And the violet is too pale a hue I think I'll wait till June I think I'll wait till June In June the red rose blooms That's not the flower for me For then I'll pluck the red rose off 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 arms That stole the heart of mine That stole the heart of mine If I'm spared for one year more And God should grant me grace I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears To wash his deceitful face To wash his deceitful face