When a tree cries 
The world don't stop 
And the moon don't drop 
But the song birds sing the blues 

When the sun sighs 
The earth don't quake 
And levees don't break 
But the gulf winds blow in the blues 

When my heart dies
My life don't end
Though my back may bend
And the soft pastels of morning
fade into the blues

When a tree cries 
It sheds tears of leaves 
It gets cold inside 
And in quiet desperation 
Sets its sight
On the warmth of the coming spring