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