I guess it's the last time I prune this tree
A hundred years or so with all the memories
You're old, rugged and starting to rot
I am humbled thinking of all we got
You stood your ground through the war
Gave the family hope in forty-four
We are family my dear apple tree
You've been standing tall through spring and fall
Through snow and rainy days.
I like your flowers in the spring
The sign of youth and summer evenings.
I hear your whispers in the fall
Leaves are falling through my open door.
Just like my mother's tears that day.
When grandma closed her eyes and passed away.
We are family my dear apple tree
You've been standing tall through spring and fall
Through snow and rainy days.
I'll wait for the fall to lay you down,
Get my grandpa's tools that I kept around
Turn the wood into a new guitar
And play old songs under the stars
I guess it's the last time
I prune this tree