[A]All beside a[B7] small green hill [E7]'neath a rowan[A] tree
Sang a blackbird[B7] low and sweet
[E7]Sang Nora
Lee Nora [A]Lee,
Chorus
[A]Nora Lee Nora [A7]Lee [D]laughing [Dm]through the [A]fair
Springtime goes the[B7] way
you walk
And [E]swallows [E7]in the [A]air
In your blush the rose was born
In your voice a song
Your soft eyes a bright blue star
Lost its light among
When the mistletoe is green
Midst the winter snows
Sunshine in your face is seen
In your cheeks the rose
Though beside the small green hill
No glad bird may sing
In my heart your song endures
Take my golden ring
Nora Lee,
Nora Lee laughing through the fair
Springtime goes the way you walk
And swallows in the air
