Tekst.

=The trees they do grow high= 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 you shall be, while he's growing.

At the age of sixteen, O he was a married man, at the age of seventeen he was the father of a son. At the age of eighteen my love, his grave it was a-growing green; and so he saw hte end of his growing.

She made her love a shroud, of holland oh, so fine, and every stich she put in it, her tears came trickling down. O once I had a sweetheart, but now I got me 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 and I'll watch o'er your child while he's growing.