A sugar maple sure sounds sweet
And a nest in an oak tree is hard to beat
An aspen branch makes a pretty perch
And I love to land in an old black birch

But however much they lean
They'll never come between
Me and my forever and evergreen

I can stretch my wings in a mountain ash
And sing my song from a sassafras
Or fly to the top of a cottonwood
And weave through the willows all day if I could

But however much they lean
They’ll never come between
Me and my forever and evergreen