God help the girl

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 ♪


God help the girl, she needs all the help she can get...