Under a tree a boy would cry and watch the world with a tear stained eye,
Beneath its leaves a boy would play the world outside a mile away,
From its branches a boy would swing,
He loved the tree the tree loved him,
But in time the child he grew and from the boy the man creapt through,
The time has come tree that i leave home find a house have a child of my own,
Please from you tree may i take a seed from you a tree to make,
And in time a boy would swing,
He loved the tree the tree loved him.