We used to clinb that tree, Our tree, And stood upon the world, Our world, And the land showed at our feet And was yellow green with hope Stay with me a shile, And dance with me, Like we used to in our land Under that tree And you took me by the hand And ran with me And we fell under the tree, Our tree And the sky showed bright And pale And we were filled with hope Hold me by the hand And smile at me, Like there is nothing else But you and me