Tender Trees
Tender trees I saw in
Harsh fields of men,
Where respectability,
Bites and never ends.
Tied to the cottage world,
Of knowing who is your friend.
Tender young trees I saw in
Harsh fields of men.
Parish meetings of
'Character' chairmen.
That never bend
And only blame
It on the government.
Tender trees I saw amongst
The harsh fields of men.
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