The Trees They Grow So High Benjamin Britten Robert Tear

The trees they grow so high and the leaves they do grow green, And many a cold winter's night my love and I have seen. Of a cold winter's night, my love, you and I alone have been, Whilst my bonny boy is young, he's a-growing. Growing, growing, Whilst my bonny boy is young, he's a-growing. O father, dearest father, you've done to me great wrong, You've tied me to a boy when you know he is too young. O daughter, dearest daughter, if you wait a little while, A lady you shall be while he's growing. Growing, g