Oh the trees they grow tall and the leaves they are green. And many a time my true love i've seen. And many a night how I walked all alone When my Johnny was a long time a-growin'. I remember so well over my father's wall I heard the boys a-singin', i could hear them dancin' call. And my own true love was the fairest of them all He's young but he's daily a-growin'. Oh father, dear father, you've done me great wrong, You've married me off to a boy that's much too young. Oh, I am twice twelve, and he's but fourteen. He's young but he's daily growin'. Oh daughter, dear daughter, I have done you no wrong. I've married you to a rich man's son. For he will be a lord for you to wait upon. Yes, he's young but he's daily a-growin'. 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 And death put a stop to his growin'. But he born me one son, so i can pass the time Watchin' my boy rise to grow a year An' I will watch him rise till he's become a man. He's young now but he's daily a-growin'.

Bob Dylan - WRVR-FM Radio's Saturday Of Folk Music Riverside Church, NY, July 29, 1961 Tracks: 01 - Handsome Molly 02 - Naomi Wise 03 - Poor Lazarus 04 - Mean Old Railroad (with Danny Kalb) 05 - Acne (with Jack Elliott) Mono radio recording. A bit scratchy (I suspect this came from a vinyl) and a bit of a hum, but quite listenable.