I sow'd the Seeds of Love
And I sow'd them in the spring,
I gathered them up in the morning so soon,
While the small birds so sweetly sing,
While the small birds so sweetly sing.
My garden was planted well
With flowers everywhere,
But I had not the liberty to choose for myself
Of the flowers that I love so dear,
Of the flowers that I love so dear.
The gardener was standing by
And I asked him to choose for me.
He chose for me the the violet, the lily and the pink
But those I refused all three;
But those I refused all three.
In June there's a red rosebud
And that is the flower for me.
I often times have plucked that red rosebud
Till I gained the willow tree,
Till I gained the willow tree.