Old tree, you resist Cold and heat, wind and rain And that won't be in vain, 'Cause I protect you now. Good man spelled that tree In youth and chance at me. All my memories Are here by that tree. My momma kissed me Here in the shade, Here too My brother played. When I was a girl, Here was my own world. Good man spelled that tree In youth and chance at me. All my memories Are here by that tree. My momma kissed me Here in the shade, Here too My brother played. When I was a girl, Here was my own world.
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