Holidays
1. As the blackbird in the spring'neath the willow treesat and pipedI heard him singpraising Aura Lee.Aura Lee! Aura Lee! Maid of golden hairsunshine came along with thee and swall-ows in the air.2. Take my heart and take my ringI give my all to theetake me for eternitydearest Aura Lee!Aura Lee ! Aura Lee . . .3. In her blush the rose was born'twas music when she spokein her eyesthe light of mornsparkling seemed to break.Aura Lee! Aura Lee . . .4. Aura Leethe bird may flee the willow' golden hairthen the wintry winds may be blowing ev'rywhere.Yet if thy blue eyes I seegloom will soon departfor to mesweet Aura Lee is sunshine to the heart.
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