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The White Birch And The Sycamore - Peggy Lee (佩吉·李)
Written by：Peggy Lee
One day when I was feeling very low
My love had gone and oh I loved him so
Thy sky was dim the grass was gray
And then I heard the white birth say
Yes the white birch said to the sycamore
Did you see him walking out the door
If he'd bend a bit it would help a lot
'Cause the trees all know
What the man forgot
My love will you go walking through the trees
And hear them talking with the gentle breeze
I turned to go and heard again
A conversation with a wren
Yes the field mouse said to the little wren
Do you think he's coming home again
If he'd bend a bit it would help a lot
'Cause the trees all know
What the man forgot
I stayed a while and watched the daylight go
The sun had set and left a lovely glow
The little sounds of earth and sky
Still give me hope that he'll pass by
And the crickets chirruped
Till the shades grew long
And the little bird sang an evening song
Then the white birch said to the sycamore
There's the key
That fits to his own front doo
