1. As the blackbird in the spring
'neath the willow tree
sat and piped
I heard him sing
praising Aura Lee.
Aura Lee! Aura Lee! Maid of golden hair
sunshine came along with thee and swall-ows in
the air.
2. Take my heart and take my ring
I give my all to thee
take me for eternity
dearest Aura Lee!
Aura Lee ! Aura Lee . . .
3. In her blush the rose was born
'twas music when she spoke
in her eyes
the light of morn
sparkling seemed to break.
Aura Lee! Aura Lee . . .
4. Aura Lee
the bird may flee the willow' golden hair
then the wintry winds may be blowing ev'rywhere.
Yet if thy blue eyes I see
gloom will soon depart
for to me
sweet Aura Lee is sunshine to the heart.
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