Elm tree was naked in the breeze

I moved along and I was five and I was young The wind rolled from the mountain high

That made the nighthawk pipe way down

And caused the blades of grass to sway real slow And made the grass move very slow

Nude was the elm tree with his branches bare Not able to grow pointy leaves, oh pointy leaves My favorite place to hide and play

I remember the month of May

And all the trout float gently down the stream And all the trout float down the stream

(Solo)

Five years of age and I was long

Gone from home and the big elm tree, the big elm tree Was my friend and best companion

I scratched the trunk it set me free

And from that moment I grew no more

And from that moment grew no more