I am the last tree in the forecourt;
A week before Christmas-
There weren't many of us anyhow
A recession ten years ago
(That's how long it takes for us to grow)
Meant that less trees were planted.
A week before Christmas-
There weren't many of us anyhow
A recession ten years ago
(That's how long it takes for us to grow)
Meant that less trees were planted.
I wait, feeling like the last child collected from school-
Don't be put off as
I've been rejected
And my grower thinks I'm a write off,
There's life in these needles of mine
Yet.
Don't be put off as
I've been rejected
And my grower thinks I'm a write off,
There's life in these needles of mine
Yet.