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The yellow rose you planted has survived
Battered by the wind but still alive
The leaves are curled and brown, the flowers are few
And every bud that opens makes me think of you
Think of you
The plum tree in the orchardâs doing fine
Our damson brandyâs turning out all right
Itâs cloudy and itâs strong, but itâll do
And every drop I swallow makes me think of you
Think of you
A little boy is running down the lane
Heâs got your big grey eyes, heâs got your name
His trouser legs are dripping wet with dew
And every time I look at him I think of you
Think of you
Oh, the years pass ever faster
And there are no ready answers
To the questions we keep asking
On the nature of our souls
But this I know
Yours is in the little boy
The plum tree and the rose
The plum tree and the rose
The plum tree and the rose
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- The Plum Tree and the Rose