I sit on a cold bench Under a lonely tree And daze at snow flakes Falling in between. I sit and wait for a lady To come by with a smile So I may take her on And talk for a while I'd take a firm stand To take her cold hands So hand in hand they keep warm If we walk this land way out there some how. We'll see the snow cover The whole darn ground And walk on foot prints If any are around. We'll say high to some people And kiss cheek to cheek We'll hear the song birds tweet As we retreat back to where we met And make that lonely tree Our little love nest way out there some how. Well I broke out of this daze And what do you know I sit alone feeling cold under This lonely tree covered with snow. If that bench weren't there Then where will I be now I'd be leaning on a lonely tree Waiting for a lady to be with me way out there some how