Tall trees in Georgia. They grow so high, they shade me so.
I'm sadly walking through the thicket I go.
The sweetest love I ever had I left aside
Because I did not want to be any man's bride.
My parents took me where ever I traveled out.
I traveled west and north and east and south.
When I grew older and married I would be,
I found my sweetheart, he would not marry me.
When I was younger the boys a-courtin' came around
But now I'm older and they're all settled down.
Young girls take warning and don't complain
And 'don't make moan,
For if you're fickle you'll soon be left alone.
Control your mind, my girl, and give your heart to one,
For if you love all men you'll sure be left with none.
And if perfection were to be found in mortal men
We'd soon grow tired and go off alone again.
Tall trees in Georgia. They grow so high, they shade me so.
I'm sadly walking through the thicket I go.