Text und Musik: Joan Baez Interpretation: Nayelle, Silk, Rehwald F#m E D C# F#m // A E D C# F#m F#m E D C# F#m // E D C# F#m
Trees they grow high and the leaves they do grow green
Many years that I my true love have seen
Many an hour I watched him all alone
He’s young but he is daily growin‘
Father, dear father, you done me great wrong
You married me to a boy who is too young
I’m twice twelve and he is just forteen
He’s young but he is daily growin‘
Daughter, dearest daughter, I’ve done you no wrong
I married you to a great Lord’s son
He’ll be a man to you when I am dead and gone
He’s young but he is daily growin‘
Father, dear father, if you see fit
You send my love to college for one year yet
Tie blue ribbons all around his head
To let the ladies know that he’s married
One day I was looking from my father’s castle‘ wall
Saw the little boys all playing with their ball
My own true love was the flower of them all
He’s young but he is daily growin‘
Trees they grow high and the leaves they do grow green
Many years that I my true love have seen
Many an hour I watched him all alone
He’s young but he is daily growin‘
Age of forteen he was a married man
Age of fifteen a father of a son
Age of sixteen on his grave the grass grew green
Cruel death it put an end with growin‘
Cruel death it put an end with growin‘