There be one thing baby that I know
There be one thing baby that I know
This here tree, she's a gotta go

I carved our initials in the bark of this tree
I carved our initials in the bark of this tree
With the outline of a heart all around you and me

You really hurt me baby, but you know it's not your fault
You really hurt me baby, but you know it's not your fault
Your heart is locked up tight, just like a vault

So here I stand, going to cut down that tree
So here I stand, going to cut down that tree
It's the last link that connects between you and me

(There are men that will make you books, and turn them loose into the world, with as much dispatch as they would do a dish of fritters. < Cervantes)