Aura lee

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.

Take my heart and take my ring

I give my all to thee

take me for eternity

dearest Aura Lee!

Aura Lee ! Aura Lee . . .

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 . . .

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.