My favorite tree has many memories,
right out my window where I go to sleep.
The wind blows leaves and it sounds like the sea.
When a big storm comes
it creaks and creaks.
When I open my eyes
I can't believe
that my tree’s still standing
where it was last week.
My tree, my tree, my favorite maple tree.
right out my window where I go to sleep.
The wind blows leaves and it sounds like the sea.
When a big storm comes
it creaks and creaks.
When I open my eyes
I can't believe
that my tree’s still standing
where it was last week.
My tree, my tree, my favorite maple tree.
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