re: #234 De Kolta Chair

The trees they grow so high and the leaves they do grow green,
And many a cold winter’s night my love and I have seen.
Of a cold winter’s night, my love, you and I alone have been,
Whilst my bonny boy is young, he’s a-growing.
Growing, growing,
Whilst my bonny boy is young, he’s a-growing.

— From the British folk song The Trees They Grow So High

Joan Baez covered that song over 50 years ago. It’s a weird song, about a woman whose wealthy parents marry her off to a young boy, the opposite of the usual old man marries young girl scenario.