As the blackbird in the spring
'neath the willow tree
sat and piped
I heard him sing
singing Aura Lee.
Aura Lee, Aura Lee,
maid with golden hair
sunshine came along with thee
and swallows in the air.

Take my heart and take my ring
I give my all to thee
take me for eternity
dearest Aura Lee!
Aura Lee, Aura Lee ...

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, ...

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.