When I was young
I planted a tree
Then walked away
My future to seek
The trail lead me
To women, wine and song
Tried as I might
I could do no wrong
As the years
Went slowly by
More and more hearts
Laid by the side
My hair went
From black to grey
Goodtimes and youth
Long gone away
As I reach the end
Of my destiny
My thoughts are only
The shade of the tree
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