1. As the blackbird in the spring 'neath the willow tree sat and piped I heard him sing praising Aura Lee. Aura Lee! Aura Lee! Maid of golden hair sunshine came along with thee and swall-ows in the air. 2. Take my heart and take my ring I give my all to thee take me for eternity dearest Aura Lee! Aura Lee ! Aura Lee . . . 3. In her blush the rose was born 'twas music when she spoke in her eyes the light of morn sparkling seemed to break. Aura Lee! Aura Lee . . . 4. Aura Lee the bird may flee the willow' golden hair then the wintry winds may be blowing ev'rywhere. Yet if thy blue eyes I see gloom will soon depart for to me sweet Aura Lee is sunshine to the heart.