All the Birch Trees

Lady never takes a walk with me

She stays put on the couch

Lady never takes a walk with me

But she pleas she pleas she please

Lady never takes a walk with me

She stays to shut her mouth

Lady never takes a walk with me

But she pleas she pleas she please

How does she stay?

And when will she go?

How does she stay?

And when will she go?

How does she stay?

And when will she go?

How does she stay?

And when will she go?

And she stays for a sort of comfort

That she finds in bruised up highs

And the little girl she watches

Though she tries to close her eyes

And she whispers all the secrets

To all the birch trees on all the hills

And they straighten branches waiting

For the day she finds her will