The Trees They Do Grow High

Source: "Songs and Ballads" comp. & ed. by Klaus Buhe Verlag Neue Musik Berlin 1986 / From "Folk Songs from Somerset" ed. by Cecil J. Sharp/Charles L. Marson, London 1910

The trees they do grow high, and the leaves they do grow green;
But the time is gone and past, my Love, that you and I have seen.
It's a cold winter's night, my Love, when you and I must bide alone.
The bonny lad was young, but a-growing.

O father, dear father, I fear you've done me harm,
You've married me to a bonny boy, but I fear he is too young.
O daughter, dearest daughter, but if you stay at home with me
A lady shall you be, while he's growing.

At age of sixteen, O he was a married man,
At the age of seventeen, he was father of a son.
At the age of eighteen, my Love, his grave was a-growing green;
And so she saw the end of his growing.

She made her love a shroud of holland, o so fine,
And every stitch she put in it, the tears came trinkling down.
O once I had a sweetheart, but now I have got never a one;
So fare you well my own true Love, for ever.

The trees they do grow high, and the leaves they do grow green;
But the time is gone and past, my Love, that you and I have seen.
It's a cold winter's night, my Love, when you and I must bide alone.
So fare you well my own true Love, for ever.