Misty River The Trees They Do Grow High
THE TREES THEY GROW HIGH, & THE LEAVES THEY DO GROW
GREEN,
MANY IS THE TIME - MY OWN TRUE LOVE IVE SEEN.
MANY IS THE HOUR - I'VE WATCHED HIM ALL ALONE.
HE'S YOUNG, BUT HE'S DAI-LY GROWIN'.
FATHER, DEAR FATHER, YOU'VE DONE ME GREAT WRONG.
YOU'VE MARRIED ME - TO A BOY WHO IS TOO YOUNG.
I AM TWICE TWELVE - AND HE IS BUT FOURTEEN.
HE'S YOUNG, BUT HE'S DAI-LY GROWIN'.
DAUGHTER, DEAR DAUGHTER, I'VE DONE YOU NO WRONG.
I'VE MARRIED YOU - TO A BRAVE LORD'S SON.
HE'LL BE A MAN TO YOU, WHEN I AM DEAD AND GONE
HE'S YOUNG, BUT HE'S DAI-LY GROWIN'
FATHER, DEAR FATHER, IF YOU SEE FIT,
SEND HIM OFF TO COLLEGE, FOR ONE YEAR YET.
I'LL TIE BLUE RIBBONS - ALL AROUND HIS HEAD.
TO LET THE LADIES KNOW, THAT HE'S MARRIED.
ONE DAY AS I WAS LOOKING O'ER MY FATHER'S GARDEN WALL,
I SPIED THE YOUNG BOYS - ALL PLAYING WITH THEIR BALL.
MY OWN TRUE LOVE - HE WAS THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL.
HE'S YOUNG, BUT HE'S DAI-LY GROWIN'
AT THE AGE OF 14 - HE WAS A MARRIED MAN.
AT THE AGE OF 15 - THE FATHER OF A SON.
AT THE AGE OF 16 - ON HIS GRAVE THE GRASS WAS GREEN,
CRUEL DEATH, HAD PUT AN END, TO HIS GROWIN' . (PAUSE)
TO HIS GROWIN' .
I'LL MAKE MY LOVE A SHROUD - OF THE GARDEN SO FINE.
EVERY STITCH I STITCH ON IT - THE TEARS COME TRICKLING
DOWN.
ONCE I HAD A TRUE LOVE - BUT NOW NARY A ONE.
BUT I'LL WATCH, O'ER HIS SON, WHILE HE'S GROWIN' While
he's growin
