As the blackbird in the spring 'neath the willow tree sat and pip'd,
　I heard him sing, sing of "Aura Lee".
　Aura Lee, Aura Lee, maid of golden hair;
　Sunshine came along with thee, and swallows in the air.

　From my heart the answer came,sweet and loud and clear
　on my lips there breathes a name, Aura Lee, "my dear"
　Aura Lee, Aura Lee, maid of golden hair;
　Sunshine came along with thee, and swallows in the air.