i work in the afternoon
and evening i have free
scrape against my window
something it beckons me
a happy little tree
wants me to leave this place
to run and find the sun
and feel it on my face
in an old box of papers i
found a letter torn
bears witness that i once said
i wish i's never born
but this happy little tree
wants me to say hello
to run and find the sun
before i ever go
I work in the afternoon
and the evening i have free
thank god for this little friend
this happy little tree
