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When the blackbird in the spring,
On the willow tree,
Sat and rocked, I heard him sing,
Singing Aura Lee.
Aura Lee, Aura Lee,
Maid of golden hair,
Sunshine came along with thee,
And swallows in the air.

In thy blush the rose was born,
Music when you spake,
Through thine azure eye the morn,
Sparkling seemed to break.
Aura Lee, Aura Lee,
Bird of crimson wing,
Never song have sung to me,
In that sweet spring.

Aura Lee! The bird may flee,
The willows golden hair,
Swing through winter fitfully,
On the stormy air.
Yet if thy blue eyes I see,
Gloom will soon depart,
For to me, sweet Aura Lee,
Is sunshine through the heart.

When the mistletoe was green,
Midst the winter's snows,
Sunshine in thy face was seen,
Kissing lips of rose.
Aura Lee, Aura Lee
Take my golden ring,
Love and light return with thee,
And swallows with the spring.