When I Was In My Prime (Live)

When I was in my prime I flourished like a vine

Along there came a false young man come stole the heart of mine

Come stole the heart of mine

The gardener standing by three offers he made 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 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

It's then I'll uproot the red red rose and plant a willow tree

And plant a willow tree

And the willow tree shall weep and the willow tree shall mourn

How I wish I were in my young man's arms who stole the heart of mine

Who stole the heart of mine

And if I'm spared young year more and if God should grant me grace

I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears and wash his deceitful face

And wash his deceitful face