Prettiest Tree on the Mountain

Prettiest Tree on the Mountain - Ben Sollee

Well a robin flew by my window

I thought it just might be you

Judging from the color of its breast

And the sound of its song

But I'm just thinking of you

Cause you're in sunny California

The fertile land John Steinbeck wrote

When I came not a single fertile patch

Could be spared for you and me

You see I wanted to love you baby

Like neither you nor I'd been loved before

I thought I could change the world

If I just held you high enough

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 mountain