I think that I shall never see A home as lovely as my tree. In its trunk I made my nest With all things that I love best. Books to read all night and day, Rooms to learn and space to play; But no more growing, no more fun; No more soaking up the sun; Nevermore to drink sweet rain; Or to greet the Spring again. There is no power or decree; No magic spell to save my tree.
I think that I shall never see A home as lovely as my tree. In its trunk I made my nest With all things that I love best. Books to read all night and day, Rooms to learn and space to play; But no more growing, no more fun; No more soaking up the sun; Nevermore to drink sweet rain; Or to greet the Spring again. There is no power or decree; No magic spell to save my tree.