Oh the trees are growing tall, and the nights are growing dim
And many`s the nights and days has past since you and I have seen
Oh I will will make my bed and I`ll lie in the cold cold lane
Oh My bonny boy is young, but he`s growing

Oh Father, dearest father, and you've done me much wrong
For you have married me to a lad who is far too young
Oh he been only sixteen years, and I been twenty one
His me bonny boy, he`s young, but he`s growing

Oh daughter, dearest daughter, and I've done you no wrong
For I have married you to a noble farmer`s son
And he will be a man to you, and you will be his queen
He's your bonny boy, he`s young, but he`s growing

At the age of sixteen years, now he was a married man
and at the age of seventeen, oh the father of a son
And at the age of eighteen, on his grave the grass grew green
Cruel death had put an end to his growing

I will buy my love a shroud of theornamental brown
And while they are sowing it oh the tears they will run down
For once I had my one true love, but now he`s lying low
And I`ll nurse his bonny boy, while he`s growing

Oh come all you pretty fair maids and take this advice from me
Don`t ever build your nest in the top of any tree
For the leaves they will all wither, and the roots they will decay
And you`ll nurse his bonny boy, while he`s growing

Oh the trees are growing tall, and the nights are growing dim
And many`s the night and day has past since you and I have seen
And I will will make my bed in the cold cold lane
His me bonny boy, he`s young, but he`s growing


(By: Demy)