كلمات Prettiest Tree On The Mountain

Well a robin flew by my window I thought it just might be you Judging from the colour of its breast And the sound of its song But I'm just thinking of you Cos you're in sunny California The fertile land on Steinbeck road When I came not a single furrow patch Could be spared for you and me You see I wanted to love you baby But neither you nor I'd been loved before I thought I could change the world if I just held you high enough The truth is I couldn't hold you up at all I couldn't hold you up I couldn't hold you up And I sure ain't gonna hold you down Well I'm leaving Walking back home I don't care if it takes years or more But as I walk through the hills of Kentucky The leaves begin to turn red And I think of you Yes, I think of you The prettiest tree on the mount