The Trees They Do Grow High Lyrics - Sweet Child - Pentangle

The trees they grow high, the leaves they do grow green 

Many is the time my true love I've seen 

Many an hour I have watched him all alone 

He's young, but 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, but he's daily growing 

Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong 

I have 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's daily growing 

Father, dear father, if you see fit 

We'll send him to college for another year yet 

I'll tie blue ribbons all around his head 

To let the maidens know that he's married 

One day I was looking o'er my father's castle wall 

I spied all the boys a-playing at the ball 

My own true love was the flower of them all 

He's young, but he's daily growing 

At the age of fourteen, he was a married man 

At the age of fifteen, the father of a son 

At the age of sixteen, on his grave the grass was green 

Cruel death had put an end to his growing 

I'll buy my love some flannel and I will make a shroud 

With every stitch I put in it, the tears they will pour down 

With every stitch I put in it, how the tears will flow 

Cruel fate has put an end to his growing