Song Database

Aura Lee

Sent in by Ian Ross

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 with golden hair
Sunshine came along with thee,
And swallows in the air.

On her cheek the rose was born;
'Twas music when she spake;
In her eyes the rays of morn,
With sudden splendour break.