| On a hill far away stands a tall mighty tree
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| Where a boy and girl used to take turns pushing the tire swing
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| I remember the pocketknife in hand
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| And her name in my heart
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| And thinkin' there ain’t no way for a boy to contain
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| The love that he feels inside
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| So I carved her name into my tree
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| Then I carved a heart around her name
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| Then I carved an arrow through the heart
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| Just to say «I love you»
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| Now on a hill far away stood an old rugged cross
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| The emblem of suffering and shame
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| I remember the nails through my hands
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| And your name in my heart
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| And how in their wordless way the nails explain
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| The love that I feel inside
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| As they carved your name into my tree
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| Where I wrapped my heart around your name
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| Then I took your arrow through my heart
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| Just to say, «I love you»
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| Just to say, «I love you»
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| Now I can never forget how much you mean to me
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| 'Cause I will always remember whenever I see
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| Where I carved your name into my tree
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| Where I wrapped my heart around your name
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| Then I took your arrow through my heart
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| Just to say, «I love you»
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| Just to say, «I love you» |