Gnarly old tree, gnarly old tree

Staring down through into my window at me,

Gnarly old tree, gnarly old tree

Where are your green buds you normally wear with such glee,

Gnarly old tree, gnarly old tree

Red blooms you show so bright and with pride

All summer long I watch each one slowly die,

Gnarly old tree, gnarly old tree

Many years will pass by and then its a goodbye from me

Paul Stamp 21/March/2016