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 agrowing. Growing, growing, Whilst my bonny boy is young, he s agrowing. 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