Oh, I sowed the seeds of loveI sowed them all in the springI sowed them all on a May morningWhile the small birds they did singOh, I sowed them all in the springAnd the gardener was standing byAnd I asked him to choose for meHe chose me in the violenceIn the youngIn the youngAs far as I refused to fleeFor love it is tenderAnd love it is trueAnd love is a pleasureWhen first it is newBut when it grows oldThen love grows coldAnd things like morning dewOh, that violet I did not likeBecause it would flake too soonThe lily and the pearKindly let it all flakeAnd I vowed I'd stay till JuneFor in June there grows a red rosebudAnd that is the flower for meI have time to crunch that red rosebudTill I gain the willow treeFor love it is tender and love it is trueAnd love is a pleasure when first it is newBut when it grows old then love grows coldAnd fades like morning dewOh, the willow tree it will twistAnd the willow tree it will twineAnd so I went for a sun-drenched young girlWho washed all this heart of mineOh, oh, ohWho washed all this heart of mineOh, oh, ohWho washed all this heart of mineFor love it is tender and love it is trueAnd love is a pleasure when first it is newBut when it grows old then love grows coldAnd fades like morning dewBut when it grows old then love grows coldAnd fades like morning dew