someone has planted the happiness tree
with branches so strong with roots heavenly
its buds they grew rich and its leaves they grew wild
it grew in the wind where the children all smiled
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No tears could hide her sorrows
the hurt she feels inside
with grandiose great affection
only thoughts of pride
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when gypsies trod upon the downs
when heather sweet was scattered round
when vardos were true caravans
when kyers rode pon these lands
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in shadows of packages were men do delight
with maidens of virtue so great in their sight
oh promise of heaven and sweet melodies
were offered in bread crumbs at the edge of the sea
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in the forests of antiquity
the cowboy angel rides
a parchment in his pocket sealed
Flowers for his bride
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its my poetic playground
my place of loyal trust
i compromise my valor
and conjure up a crust
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The Happiness Tree
someone has planted the happiness tree
with branches so strong with roots heavenly
its buds they grew rich and its leaves they grew wild
it grew in the wind where the children all smiled
its bark it was rich and it enriched each new day
the birds of the heavens nested inside its bay
where the spring buds burst daily
for each new spring brides day
the happiness tree offered sustenance and cheer
with ornamental blossoms that changed through the years
its growth was like succor to the robins that sang
whilst its strength was its beauty
a joy to behold when they stretched out their lungs
it grew in the woods amongst the sparrows and toads
the tramps slept beneath its branches so fine i am told
away from damp and the ground there so cold
whist the ducks they did paddle
amongst the owls and the swine
the happiness tree offered a haven at best
for lonesome night travelers n need of some rest
it welcomed the sun and occasional rains
though it smiled on the poor
plus those lost in pain
the happiness tree grew in the dales
its vision was welcoming to the moss and the fells
the squirrels ran amok there amidst its terrains
whilst the chorus of blackbirds sang their refrains
the happiness tree was destined to grow
with its welcoming branches and strong roots below
surrounded by grass and the meadows of morn
it offered a sanctuary to all natures new born