Birch Tree

Never gonna see, that old birch tree
Where you carved our names when you were with me
Never gonna be, your jacket with tight seams
Though I used to keep you warm and now that's all a dream
Never gonna shine, through your winter glaze
Cause I'm stuck on the branches in a frozen daze
Never gonna dine, with one plate alone
So I guess I will stave in this colonial home
Cut it down, let it burn to the ground
In the winter woods of our small town
Cut it down and let me be free
From that little old birch tree
Never gonna give you no daffodils
Yes we met in the springtime I remember it still
Never gonna live inside your heart locket
It's the only way I see ya through the windows in our pockets
Cut it down, let it burn to the ground
In the winter woods of our small town
Cut it down and let me be free
From that little old birch tree
Cut it down and let me be free
From that little old birch tree
Never gonna see that old birch tree
Where you carved our names when you were with me