Birch Tree Lyrics

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