I’m in love with the Hawthorn
Sure I like the Birch
I need a hand, a volunteer
Why does the Sycamore mean so much?

Do you dream of a cold Alaska?
Better wrap up warm tonight
All I know is we’re in a blue time
Where the land is snow drop white

You were such a pretty one
You had a kid
Did you have any idea of the damage you did

I’m in love with the Hawthorn
Sure I like the Birch
I need a hand, a volunteer
Why does the Sycamore mean so much?

Is this the day that loneliness takes a hold of me?
I’ve been stupid, unkind but I’m not too blind too see