Aura Lee.kar

When the blackbird in the spring,
on the willow tree,
sat and rocked, I heard him sing,
singing Aura Lee,
Aura Lee, Aura Lee,
maid of golden hair,
sunshine came along with thee,
swallows in the air.

In thy blush the rose was born,
music when you spake.
through thine azure eye the morn
sparkling seemed to break.
Aura Lee, Aura Lee
bird of crimson wing
never song have sung to me
in that soft sweet spring

When the mistletoe was green
midst the winter's snow
sunshine in thy face was seen
kissing lips of rose.
Aura Lee, Aura Lee
Take my golden ring
love and light return with thee
swallows with the spring

love and light return with thee,
swallows with the spring