When the blackbird in the spring, on the willow tree
Sat and rocked, I heard him sing, singing Aura Lea.
Aura Lea, Aura Lea, Maid of golden hair;
Sunshine came along with thee,
And swallows in the air.

Aura Lea, Aura Lea, Maid of golden hair;
Sunshine came along with thee,
And swallows in the air.

When the mistletoe was green, midst the winter's snows,
Sunshine in thy face was seen, kissing lips of rose.
Aura Lea, Aura Lea, Take my golden ring;
Love and light return with thee,
And swallows with the spring.