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Album: The Trees They Grow So High (1988)
Artists: Brightman Sarah

  1. Come you not from Newcastle?
  2. Dear Harp of my Country!
  3. Early one morning
  4. Fileuse
  5. How sweet the answer
  6. La belle est au jardin d'amour
  7. Little Sir William
  8. O can ye sew cushions?
  9. O Waly, Waly
  10. Oft in the stilly night
  11. Oliver Cromwell
  12. Quand j'étais chez mon père
  13. Sweet Polly Oliver
  14. The Ash Grove
  15. The last rose of summer
  16. The Plough Boy
  17. The trees they grow so high
  18. Voici le Printemps


Brightman Sarah
The Trees They Grow So High
The trees they grow so high
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-gowing.
Growing, growing,
Whilst my bonny boy is young, he's a-gowing.

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, growing,
A lady you shall be while he's growing.


I'll send your love to college all for a year or two
And then in the meantime he will do for you;
I'll buy him white ribbons, tie them round his bonney waist
To let the ladies know that he's married.
Married, married,
To let the ladies know that he's married.


I went up to the college and I looked over the wall,
Saw four and twenty gentlemen playing at bat and ball.
I called to my true love, but they would not let hime come,
All because he was a young boy and growing.
Growing, growing,
All because he was a young boy and growing.


At the age of sixteen, he was a married man
And at the age of seventeen he was a father to a son,
And at the age of eighteen the grass grew over him,
Cruel death soon put an end to his growing.
Growing, growing,
Cruel death soon put an end to his growing.


And now my love is dead and in his grave doth lie,
The green grass grows o'er him so very, very high.
I'll sit and I'll mourn his fate until the day I die,
And I'll watch o'er his child while he's growing.
Growing, growing,
And I'll watch o'er his child while he's growing.
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