Pretty When the Wind Blows

Pretty when the wind blows
I 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 won’t 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