Old tree, you resist
Cold and heat, wind and rain
And that won't be in vain,
'Cause I protect you now.
Good man spelled that tree
In youth and chance at me.
All my memories
Are here by that tree.
My momma kissed me
Here in the shade,
Here too
My brother played.
When I was a girl,
Here was my own world.
Good man spelled that tree
In youth and chance at me.
All my memories
Are here by that tree.
My momma kissed me
Here in the shade,
Here too
My brother played.
When I was a girl,
Here was my own world.
