A tree grows in my back yard, it only grows at night.. Its branches they're all twisted, its leaves are afraid of light.. They say the blues is just a bad dream, they say it lives upside your head..
Morning, sing me a song,. Afternoon, bring it along,. Nighttime, show me a friend,. Say it again,. Send a good dream my way.. . Wednesday, feeling just fine,.
James Taylor. A tree grows in my back yard. It only grows at night. Its branches they're all twisted. Its leaves are afraid of light. They say the blues is just a bad dream.
James Taylor. Morning, sing me a song. Afternoon, bring it along. Nighttime, show me a friend. Say it again. Send a good dream my way. Wednesday, feeling just fine.