I remember when you and me,
climbed in the boughs of that sweet oak tree.
You kissed patterns on my skin,
Couldn't tell us apart from the branches that we lay in,
from the branches that we lay in.

And this sweet oak tree and I sing a gentle song
Please come home before the last leaves have fallen down
Fallen down.

I remember when you and me,
journeyed down to the Cornish sea.
We slept by crashing shores,
now that you're gone, I can still hear Cot Valley roar,
I can still hear the way she roars.

And this sweet oak tree and I sing a gentle song,
please come home before too long.
This sweet oak tree and I sing a gentle song,
please come home before the last leaves have fallen down
Fallen down.

Fallen down…

Amber deserts and turquoise skies
The deep pull of your scorpio eyes,
My green eyes miss you so.
Over sea's to foreign lands
to work a season for money in hand,
My green eyes miss you so.
My green eyes - they miss you so.

And this sweet oak tree and I sing a gentle song,
please come home before the last leaves have fallen down
Fallen down...

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