Aura Lee

As the blackbird in the spring, beneath the willow tree, Sat and piped, I heard him sing; sing of Aura Lee. Aura Lee, Aura Lee, maid with golden hair Sunshine came along with thee, and 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, birds of crimson wing Never song have spoke to me as in that night, sweet spring. Aura Lee, the bird may flee the willow's golden hair Swing through winter fitfully, upon the stormy air. But if thy blue eyes I see, gloom will soon depart. For to me, sweet Aura Lee is sunshine through the heart. Aura Lee, Aura Lee, maid with golden hair Sunshine came along with thee, and swallows in the air.