Old Birch Tree

He met her in a bar, 'was late November

And gave away his worn out coat and his hungry heart

He took her home and sang Love me Tender

Her eyes followed every move on his guitar

He held her in his arms by the crackling embers

'Neath an old, tall birch in the growing dark

He named every star that he remembered

At dawn they carved their names out in the bark

By the tall old birch tree, he went down on his knees

Will you marry me, Alice? Golden curl locks Alice

I'll make you happy, I'll love you sweet

If you marry me Alice, golden curl locks Alice

Standing in a cloud of dust and dirty smoke

He couldn't stop her as she drove of in her car

In the dirt he saw his silver ring glow

Picked it up, then cried, lit an old cigar

He yearned for his sweet Alice, he missed her so

And stumbled out of bed to stroll in the yard

He heard whispering in the branches, saw her name below

Then he brought the poor, old tree down with a saw

By the fallen old birch tree, he sank down on his knees

How could you leave me, Alice? Golden curl locks Alice

I would have made you happy, I'd love you sweet

If you married me, Alice

Golden curl locks Alice