Up in the trees

It’s in my hair way up in the trees

Way up in the trees I can see it all

The couple arguing in the sunshine and making up in the rain

The poor boy scared shaking

Under a gazebo in the breeze

The people who suffered and strained

I can see this all up in the trees

Walking along the sidewalk

I can see the new family out walking in old rain puddles as the sun breaks and shines

The church across the street

The park goes

Enjoying the new spring and the falling leaves

I can see all this way up in these trees