I sowed the seeds of love,
It will blossom all in the spring,
It will blossom in April,
in May, and in June,
When the small birds do sweetly sing.

My gard'ner was standing by,
I asked him to choose for me,
He chose me the lily, the violet and pink,
Each of them I refused all three.

The lily I did not like,
Because it does fade so soon,
The violet and pink I did both overlook,
And so now I must bide till June.

In June there's a rosy bud,
And it runs all over me,
Of times I've been kissed by those red rosy lips,
Till I gained the green willow tree.

The willow tree will twist,
And the willow tree will twine,
And I wish that I was in that young man's arms,
That has stolen this heart of mine.