Aura Lea
DWhen the blackbird E7in the spring, A7'neath the willow Dtree |
bird may flee, the {A7}}willow's golden Dhair Swing through {E7}}winter fitfully - {A7}}on the stormy Dair
DYet if thy blue {E7}}eyes I see - {A7}}gloom will soon deDpart For to {E7}}me, sweet Aura Lea, is {A7}}sunshine through the Dheart
DWhen the mistle{E7}}toe was green - {A7}}midst the winter's Dsnows Sunshine {E7}}in thy face was seen - {A7}}kissing lips of Drose }}