Under the Maple Tree

It was there under an old Maple Tree where he'd promise he'd be.

He kept that promise but I did not.

For it was another man that took my heart

 

He promised me gold and silver

He made my every wish come true.

Soon church bells chimed.

I finally could call him mine.

 

Years flew by and I realized I was in love with riches and not he.

With all the money he gave me happy I could not be

 

I thought about the boy under the maple tree.

Happy I think I would be if I went and met him under that   Maple Tree.

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