Going to bump this thread several times over the coming days in case Katie happens to look at the forum. It would be a shame not to hear what I have recorded.
Underneath The Trees
Underneath the trees,
where we used to play,
Lies a stone that’s buried there for you.
That was long ago
many summer’s past.
How I often often think about our love.
A kiss once given can never be undone.
The briefest moment, like ice-cream in the sun.
Underneath the trees,
promises remain;
cherry blossom drifting on the breeze.
Underneath the trees,
we will always be.
Say that you’ll be waiting there for me.
A kiss once given, can never be undone.
The briefest moment, like ice-cream in the sun.
Taken to the grave,
a promise that we’ll keep.
My love and I will sleep and then return.
Underneath the trees,
where we used to play,
Lies a stone that’s buried there for you.
Come on back Katie. I have made quite a beautiful recording.
Paul