Iâm in love with the HawthornSure I like the BirchI need a hand, a volunteerWhy does the Sycamore mean so much?Do you dream of a cold Alaska?Better wrap up warm tonightAll I know is weâre in a blue timeWhere the land is snow drop whiteYou were such a pretty oneYou had a kidDid you have any idea of the damage you didIâm in love with the HawthornSure I like the BirchI need a hand, a volunteerWhy does the Sycamore mean so much?Is this the day that loneliness takes a hold of me?Iâve been stupid, unkind but Iâm not too blind too see