Daily Growing

The trees, they do grow high, and the leaves, they do grow green.
Many is the time my true love I have seen.
Many is the hour I watched him all alone.
He’s young, but he is daily growing

Father, dear father, you’ve done me great wrong;
You have married me to a boy who is too young.
I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen.
He’s young, but he is daily growing

Daughter, dear daughter, I’ve done you no wrong;
I have married you to a brave lord’s son.
He will be a man for you when I am dead and gone.
He’s young, but he is daily growing

Father, dear father, if you do see fit,
We’ll send him off to college for another year yet.
I’ll tie a blue ribbon all around his waist
To let the ladies know that he is mine.

One day as I was looking o’re my father’s castle wall,
I spied all the boys playing with a ball,
And my own true love, he was the flower of them all.
He’s young, but he is daily growing.

And early in the morning before the dawn of day,
They slipped into the Greenwood for to have some sport and play.
And what they did there she never would declare,
But she never more complained of his growing

At the age of fourteen he was a married man.
At the age of fifteen, the father of my son.
At the age of sixteen, his grave, it grew green,
Cruel Death had put an end to his growing.

I’ll buy my love some flannel, I’ll make my love a shroud,
And every stitch I put in it, the tears, they will pour down.
And every stitch I put in it, how tears will flow;
Cruel Fate has put an end to his growing.

What’s This?

Folk Songs You Never Sang in Grade School is one folk musician's effort to document, honor and share a collection of folk songs I love and my personal history with them through research, essays, and performance. Read the essays here and watch this site for future performances.

What’s New?

Tara McGovern and I, joined by uilleann piper Jon Cooper, have completed the album version of Folk Songs You Never Sang in Grade School. For a taste of the CD listen to "Oh, the Wind and Rain/The Quail It Is a Pretty Bird" and "Let No Man Steal Your Thyme."

Oh, the Wind and Rain/The Quail It Is a Pretty Bird
Let No Man Steal Your Thyme