The green, the church the path along, the grave in which you lay.
The memories are
hazy but one will always stay.

Beyond the green, the church the path, the grave in which you lay, sits a tree so beautiful its just along the way.

I climb down the wall into the field how lovely was that day, the tree and all it's glory sit beside you Grandma May.

The branches reach and touch me, the beauty of this tree, I'm captured by it's presence and how it speaks to me.

Its grand and graceful and sits with pride in the field it calls it's home, it spoke to me that day and said you'll never be alone.

Beyond the green. The church the path, the grave in which you lay, sits a tree so beautiful it's just along the way.