As the blackbird in the spring,
'Neath the willow tree
Sat and piped, I heard him sing,
Singing Aura Lee

CHORUS:

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.

CHORUS