Trees

Lyrics

I reckon I shall never see A poem as purdy as a tree A tree whose hundred mile pines roam Against Ol' Mother Earth's bosom A tree that looks at God all day Because it cannot run away A tree that may in summer wear A mess of buzzards in her hair On whos bosom the snow has lain But not when it jacks up with rain Homes are made by jerks like me But only God (I said God! I mean God!) Can make a tree