Well a robin flew by my windownI thought it just might be younJudging from the colour of its breastnAnd the sound of its songnBut I’m just thinking of younnCos you’re in sunny CalifornianThe fertile land on Steinbeck roadnWhen I came not a single furrow patchnCould be spared for you and mennYou see I wanted to love you babynBut neither you nor I’d been loved beforenI thought I could change the world if I just held you high enoughnThe truth is I couldn’t hold you up at allnnI couldn’t hold you upnI couldn’t hold you upnAnd I sure ain’t gonna hold you downnnWell I’m leavingnWalking back homenI don’t care if it takes years or morenBut as I walk through the hills of KentuckynThe leaves begin to turn rednnAnd I think of younYes, I think of younThe prettiest tree on the mount (?)n