Under the shade of a great tree
She is old enough to advise me
She had seen hell and heaven
Memories of gossips and love
The times when she couldn't help
When grownups planned chaos
The times of joyful tears
When children and birds played

Oh my child I've seen many things
Horrible things you wouldn't think
I'll lay my leaves on your shoulders
I'm too worried about your world
They once hanged swings on my ears
I shone like those earlings will last long
But soon they began hanging themselves