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