A LOVELY TREE (D G D G A E, capo 2)
Rain fell like nails in the broken ground. The morning gave us something to smile about. I saw your reflection in the puddles on the footpath.
My brother, I miss you. You used to be so soft. Now you’re so hard my heart is breaking. I’m sorry. I did this.
Today I watched tradies chop a tree. I was surprised to feel true grief. They threw the limbs in a skip and went to lunch.
My brother, you should have been there. It was a lovely tree. Now it’s burning under the moonlight. I wish I could have saved it.
It was lovely tree.
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