Billy Mack Collector - The Singing Tree

I was sitting underneath the singing tree
I was sitting underneath the singing tree
My children were not born yet
I was thinking about a gentle world
And how I wanted to see one
I was sitting
Tears filled my eyes as a baby cried
As a baby cried
I was sitting underneath the singing tree

Written by:
William Mack

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