Pretty when the wind blows I'll love my tree in autumn Like I love my tree in summer Like I love my tree in winter They put me in a room And I thought of you in autumn And I'm sad I wont See you again Pretty when you sing me A new song in autumn Or a new song in winter Or a new song in summer Pretty when you put down Your bow? and come over With the smell of your breath That I love With the look in your eye that I love.