The trees, they grow so high
And the leaves, they grow so green
The day is passed 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 grass 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 passed and gone, my love
But you and I haven't seen