The trees, they grow so high
And the leaves, they grow so green
The day is pa**ed and gone, my love
But you and I haven't seen
At the age of sixty, he wants a [Incomprehensible]
At the age of seventy, she brought him a son
At the age of eighty, the gra** grew over him
The trees, they grow so high
As I walk by the church road
I ask for my true love to come
It's a cold, cold winter's night come
But my young body's going on
The trees, they grow so high
And the leaves, they grow so green
The day is pa**ed and gone, my love
But you and I haven't seen