The Trees They Grow High

The trees they grow high
The leaves they do grow green
Many is the time my true love I’ve seen
Many the hours I have watched him all alone
He’s young
And he’s daily growing
Father, dear father
You’ve done me great wrong
You have married me to a boy who is too young
I’m twice twelve and he is but fourteen
He’s young
And he’s daily growing
Daughter, my daughter
I’ve done you no wrong
I have married you to a rich man’s son
He’ll be a love for you when I am dead and gone
He’s young
And he’s daily growing
At the age of sixteen, he was a married man
At the age of seventeen, the father of a son
At the age of eighteen, the grass grew over him
And death had put an end to his growing
The trees they grow high
The leaves they do grow green
Many is the time my true love I’ve seen
Many the hours I have watched him all alone
He’s young
And he’s daily growing