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 Well a robin flew by my window

 I thought it just might be you

 Judging from the colour of its breast

 And the sound of its song

 But I'm just thinking of you

Cos you're in sunny California

The fertile land John Steinbeck wrote,

But when I came not a single fertile patch

Could be spared for you and me

 You see I wanted to love you baby

But neither you nor I'd been loved before

 I thought I could change the world if I just held you high enough

 The truth is I couldn't hold you up at all

 I couldn't hold you up

 I couldn't hold you up

 And I sure ain't gonna hold you down

 Well I'm leaving

 Walking back home

 I don't care if it takes years or more

 But as I walk through the hills of Kentucky

 The leaves begin to turn red

 And I think of you

 Yes, I think of you

 The prettiest tree on the mountain.