When I Was in My Prime Songtext
von The Pentangle

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