Oh, I sowed the seeds of love
I sowed them all in the spring
I sowed them all on a May morning
While the small birds they did sing
Oh, I sowed them all in the spring

And the gardener was standing by
And I asked him to choose for me
He chose me in the violence
In the young
In the young
As far as I refused to flee
For love it is tender
And love it is true
And love is a pleasure
When first it is new
But when it grows old
Then love grows cold
And things like morning dew
Oh, that violet I did not like
Because it would flake too soon
The lily and the pear
Kindly let it all flake
And I vowed I'd stay till June
For in June there grows a red rosebud
And that is the flower for me
I have time to crunch that red rosebud
Till I gain the willow tree
For love it is tender and love it is true
And love is a pleasure when first it is new
But when it grows old then love grows cold
And fades like morning dew
Oh, the willow tree it will twist
And the willow tree it will twine
And so I went for a sun-drenched young girl
Who washed all this heart of mine
Oh, oh, oh
Who washed all this heart of mine
Oh, oh, oh
Who washed all this heart of mine
For love it is tender and love it is true
And love is a pleasure when first it is new
But when it grows old then love grows cold
And fades like morning dew


But when it grows old then love grows cold
And fades like morning dew