Pretty When The Wind Blows

Pretty when the wind blows

I'll love my tree in autumn

Like I love my tree in summer

Like I love my tree in winter

They put me in a room

And I thought of you in autumn

And I'm sad I won't

See you again

Pretty when you sing me

A new song in autumn

Or a new song in winter

Or a new song in summer

Pretty when you put down

Your bow? and come over

With the smell of your breath

That I love

With the look in your eye that I love.