Across the Gravel Drive
My branches reach across the gravel drive
I feel so strong and oh, feel so alive
But he who walks does cut my branches down
And I do ache from leaves down to the ground
My roots stay strong but how my arms have throbbed
For pride is lost and branches have been robbed
Where once I'd given cover to the road
He's leaving me and with him is his load
There will be time when I will finally grow
But I will have to wait through ice and snow
Then I will stretch across the pebbled lane
Again there will be fresh new sun and rain
But I know that he will one day return
And once again I'll feel my branches burn
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