| One day when I was feeling very low
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| My love had gone and oh I loved him so
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| The sky was dim, the grass was gray
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| And then I heard the white birch say
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| Yes the white birch said to the sycamore
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| Did you see him walking out the door?
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| If he’d been a bit, it would help a lot
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| Cause the trees all know what the man forgot
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| My love, will you go walking through the trees
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| And hear them talking with the gentle breeze
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| I turn to go and heard again
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| A conversation with a ram
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| Yes the buled mouse said to the little ram
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| Do you think he’s coming home again?
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| If he’d been a bit, it would hlp a lot
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| Cause the trees all know what the man forgot
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| I stayd a while and watched the daylight go
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| The sun had set and left a lovely glow
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| The little sounds of earth and sky
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| Still give me hope that he’ll pass by
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| And the crickets chirped till the shades grew long
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| And the little bird sang an evening song
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| Then the white birch said to the sycamore
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| There’s the key that fits to his own front door |