The trees grow so high The leaves they are green The times they are past That we have seen In the long winter's night It's he that lies alone He's young but he's daily growing O daughter dearest daughter I have done you no wrong I wed you to none other Than a wealthy man's son And he will be a man to you When I am dead and gone He's young but he's daily growing Well one day as I was walking Down by the old schoolyard I saw the boys they were Playing at the ball And my own true love Was the fairest of them all He's young but he's daily growing At the age of sixteen years He was a married man By the age of seventeen He was the father of a son At the age of eighteen years Round his grave the grass grew long Cruel death had put an end to his growing Springtime is coming later now And summer's coming on Great ornaments and veils The ladies all have on Well once I had a true love But now I have none But I watch his blue eyed son while he's growing