The Trees They Grow High - Alan Stivell

The trees they grow high

The leaves they do grow green

Many is the time my true love I’ve seen

Many the hours I have watched him all alone

He’s young

And he’s daily growing

Father, dear father

You’ve done me great wrong

You have married me to a boy who is too young

I’m twice twelve and he is but fourteen

He’s young

And he’s daily growing

Daughter, my daughter

I’ve done you no wrong

I have married you to a rich man’s son

He’ll be a love for you when I am dead and gone

He’s young

And he’s daily growing

At the age of sixteen, he was a married man

At the age of seventeen, the father of a son

At the age of eighteen, the grass grew over him

And death had put an end to his growing

The trees they grow high

The leaves they do grow green

Many is the time my true love I’ve seen

Many the hours I have watched him all alone

He’s young

And he’s daily growing