As the blackbird in the spring, 'neath the willow tree,
Sat and piped, I heard him sing, sing of Aura Lee.
Aura Lee, Aura Lee, maid with gol - den hair,
Sunshine came along with thee, and swallows in the air.
On her cheek the rose was born, 'twas music when she spoke;
In her eyes the light of morn with glorious splendor broke.
Take my heart and take my ring, I give by all to thee;
Take me for eternity, Dearest Aura Lee.
Aura Lee, the birds may flee the willow's golden hair;
Then the wintry winds may be blowing ev'rywhere.
Yet if they blue eyes I see, gloom will soon depart;
For to me, sweet Aura Lee, is sunshine to the heart.