The trees they do grow high and the leaves they do grow green And many years have past, my love, that you and I have seen The night is cold, and through it, you and I must spy alone My bunny boy is young, but he's growing Oh father, dear father, you done to me much wrong To marry me onto a boy so immature and young Oh he is only 15 years, and I am 21 My bunny boy is young, but he's growing We'll send him off to college for a year or maybe two And then perhaps, in time, my love, we'll see if that will do I'll buy a bunch of ribbons why, to tie around his waist To let the ladies know that he's married One morning in the hay fields at the dawning of the day They walked together, hand in hand to pass the hours away And what they did as evening came she never would declare But nevermore complained of his growing At the age of 16, oh he was a married man And at the age of 17, she brought to him a son And the age of 18, oh, the grass grew over him Cruel death put an end to his growing The trees they grew so high and the leaves they grew so green And many years have passed, my love, that you and I have seen Oh married times may come again, but while I wait and see I'll watch over this child while he's growing