1. 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.



2. Take my heart and take my ring

I give my all to thee



take me for eternity

dearest Aura Lee!

Aura Lee ! Aura Lee . . .



3. 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 . . .



4. 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.