by Gail Collins and Felix Pappalardi
Outside my window is a tree. There only for me.
Outside my window is a tree.
No time for pity, for the tree or me.
And it stands in the grey of the city, In the falling rain
Around me.
There is a world of pain Do you remember?
Is there a reason for today?
Is there a reason for today?
No time for pity for a growing tree.
I can hear all the cries of the city,
In the falling rain There is a world of pain Outside my window is a tree.
Around me.
Outside my window is a tree.
And it stands in the grey of the city,
There only for me. No time for pity, for the tree or me.
There is a world of pain
In the falling rain
Around me.
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