I sowed the seeds of love
   I sowed them in the spring
   I gathered them up in the morning so clear
   When the small birds so sweetly sing
   When the small birds so sweetly sing
  
   The gardener was standing by
   I asked him to choose for me
   He chose for me the violet, the lily and the pink
   But those I refused all three
   But those I refused all three
  
   The violet I did not like
   Because it bloomed so soon
   The lily and the pink I really over-think
   So I thought I would wait till June
   So I thought I would wait till June
  
   In June there was a red rose bud
   That is the flower for me
   I often times have plucked that red rose bud
   Till I gained the willow tree
   Till I gained the willow tree
  
   The willow tree will twist
   The willow tree will twine
   I often have wished I was in the young man's arms
   Who once had the arms of mine
   Who once had the arms of mine
  
   I sowed the seeds of love
   I sowed them in the spring
   I gathered them up in the morning so soon
   When the small birds so sweetly sing
   When the small birds so sweetly sing.