комментированный список 1961 "Джоан Баэз, том 2"

Trees They Grow High (Traditional)

The trees they grow high, the leaves they do grow green
Many is the time my true love I've seen
Many an hour I've watched him all alone
He's young, but he's daily growing

Father, dear father, you've done me great wrong
You've married me to a boy who is too young
I'm twice twelve when he is but fourteen
He's young, but he's daily growing

Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong
I've married you to a great lord's son
He'll make a lot for you to wait upon
He's young, but he's daily growing

Father, dear father, if you see fit
We'll send him to college for one year yet
I'll tie blue ribbons all around his head
To let the maidens know that he's married

One day I was looking o'er my father's castle wall
I spied all the boys a-playing with the ball
My own true love was the flower of them all
He's young, but he's daily growing

At the age of fourteen, he was a married man
At the age of fifteen, the father of a son
At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green
And death had put an end to his growing
Сверил с фонограммой
дополнительный куплет (предпоследний) из Penguin Book of English Folk Songs, Williams and Lloyd
And so early in the morning at the dawning of the day
They went out into the hayfield to have some sport and play;
And what they did there, she never would declare
But she never more complained of his growing.