(George Poulton)



As the blackbird in the spring

'Neath the willow tree

Sat and piped I heard him sing

Singing Aura Lee.



Aura Lee, Aura Lee

Maid of golden hair

Sunshine came along with Thee

And swallows in the air.



On her cheek the rose was born

And music when she spake

In her eyes the race of morn

With sudden splendor break.



Aura Lee, Aura Lee

Maid of golden hair

Sunshine came along with Thee

And swallows in the air...