Pretty when the wind blows

I love my tree in autumn

Like I love my tree in summer

Like I love my tree in winter



They put me in a room

And I thought of you in autumn

And I'm sad I won't see you again



Pretty when you sing me a new song in autumn

Or a new song in winter

Or a new song in summer



Pretty when you put down your bow and come over

With the smell of your breath that I love

With the look in your eye that I love