Verse 1. Looking out at forests painted green. We could barely see. From way up top the willow tree. Shaking branches, old familiar breeze. Was only you and me. In our own world covered in green. Chor
Leaves on trees. They start to bloom. Something about the warming up weather. It makes me. Pick flowers just for you. And darling, as the seasons change. You keep looking more vibrant by the day. And