I sit under a grand old tree the leaves softly float to the ground the earth around me green but the roots on this old tree an unforgiving brown I used to sit here on my lonesome and wonder and laugh on the outside but on the inside, I always seem to cry but now it doesn't bother me the leaves just float on by so now I watch and listen to the story of my life I wonder if it's over but it's only just begun I wonder about this tree I wonder about the sun it shines on me so brightly it shines on this old tree it makes me warm inside to think it's shining on me