Joan Baezගේ The Trees They Do Grow High ගීතයට ගිටාර් කෝඩ්ස්

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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The trees they grow high,
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The leaves  they do grow green
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  Many is the time my true love I've seen
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 Many an hour  I've watched him all alone
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He's young,
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But he's daily growing

[Verse 2]
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Father, dear father,
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You've done me great wrong
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  You've married me to a boy who is too young
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 I'm twice twelve and he is but fourteen
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He's young,
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But he's daily growing

[Verse 3]
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Daughter, dear daughter,
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I've done you no wrong
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  I've married you to a great lord's son
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 He'll make a lord for you to wait upon
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He's young,
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But he's daily growing

[Verse 4]
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Father, dear father, if you see fit
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We'll send him to college for one year yet
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I'll tie blue ribbons all around his head
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To let the maidens know that he's married

[Verse 5]
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One day I was looking o'er my father's castle wall
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I spied all the boys as playing with the ball
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My own true love was the flower of them all
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He's young, but he's daily growing

[Verse 6]
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At the age  of fourteen,  he was a married man
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At the age of fifteen, the father of a son
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At the age of sixteen,  his grave it was green
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And death had put an end  to his growing