The Trees They Grow High zo ur ganaouenn saoznek a Vro-Saoz eus ar Grennamzer hag a zo bet kanet ivez gant Alan Stivell.
Anvioù all a vez roet a-wechoù : The Trees They Do Grow High, Daily Growing, Young But Daily Growing ha Bonny Boy is Young (But Growing). Lakaet eo bet en italianeg gant Angelo Branduardi.
Kaoz zo er ganaouenn eus ur plac'h 24 hag a zo bet dimezet d'ur paotr 14 vloaz hag a vo tad da 15 vloaz kent mervel da 16 vloaz war un dachenn-emgann — en ur gentel all eus ar ganaouenn e timez da 16 vloaz, ez eo tad da 17 vloaz hag e varv da 18 vloaz.
Kanet eo bet ar ganaouenn-mañ gant Alan Stivell, Joan Baez ha tud e-leizh c'hoazh
The trees they grow high, the leaves they do grow green Many is the time my true love I've seen Many an hour I have watched him all alone He's young, but he's daily growing.
Father, dear father, you've done me great wrong You have married me to a boy who is too young I'm twice twelve and he is but fourteen He's young, but he's daily growing.
Daughter, dear daughter, I've done you no wrong I have married you to a great lord's son He'll be a man for you when I am dead and gone He's young, but he's daily growing.
Father, dear father, if you see fit We'll send him to college for another year yet I'll tie blue ribbons all around his head To let the maidens know that he's married.
One day I was looking o'er my father's castle wall I spied all the boys a-playing at the ball My own true love was the flower of them all He's young, but he's daily growing.
And so early in the morning at the dawning of the day They went out into the hayfield 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 a son At the age of sixteen, his grave it was green Have gone, to be wasted in battle. And death had put an end to his growing.
I'll buy my love some flannel and I will make a shroud With every stitch I put in it, the tears they will pour down With every stitch I put in it, how the tears will flow Cruel fate has put an end to his growing.
The trees they grow so high and the leaves they do grow green, And many a cold winter's night my love and I have seen. Of a cold winter's night, my love, you and I alone have been, Whilst my bonny boy is young, he's a-growing. Growing, growing, Whilst my bonny boy is young, he's a-growing.
O father, dearest father, you've done to me great wrong, You've tied me to a boy when you know he is too young. O daughter, dearest daughter, if you wait a little while, A lady you shall be while he's growing.
'Growing, growing, A lady you shall be while he's growing.
I'll send your love to college all for a year or two And then in the meantime he will do for you; I'll buy him white ribbons, tie them round his bonny waist To let the ladies know that he's married. Married, married, To let the ladies know that he's married.
I went up to the college and I looked over the wall, Saw four and twenty gentlemen playing at bat and ball. I called to my true love, but they would not let him come, All because he was a young boy and growing. Growing, growing, All because he was a young boy and growing.
At the age of sixteen, he was a married man And at the age of seventeen he was a father to a son, And at the age of eighteen the grass grew over him, Cruel death soon put an end to his growing. Growing, growing, Cruel death soon put an end to his growing.
And now my love is dead and in his grave doth lie, The green grass grows o'er him so very, very high. I'll sit and I'll mourn his fate until the day I die, And I'll watch o'er his child while he's growing. Growing, growing, And I'll watch o'er his child while he's growing.
