Loreena McKennitt Follow

I sowed the seeds of loveI sowed them in the springI gathered them up in the morning so clearWhen the small birds so sweetly singWhen the small birds so sweetly singThe gardener was standing byI asked him to choose for meHe chose for me the violet, the lily and the pinkBut those I refused all threeBut those I refused all threeThe violet I did not likeBecause it bloomed so soonThe lily and the pink I really over-thinkSo I thought I would wait till JuneSo I thought I would wait till JuneIn June there was a red rose budThat is the flower for meI often times have plucked that red rose budTill I gained the willow treeTill I gained the willow treeThe willow tree will twistThe willow tree will twineI often have wished I was in the young man's armsWho once had the arms of mineWho once had the arms of mineI sowed the seeds of loveI sowed them in the springI gathered them up in the morning so soonWhen the small birds so sweetly singWhen the small birds so sweetly sing