Old Birch Tree

He met her in a bar, 'was late November And gave away his worn out coat and his hungry heart He took her home and sang Love me Tender Her eyes followed every move on his guitar He held her in his arms by the crackling embers 'Neath an old, tall birch in the growing dark He named every star that he remembered At dawn they carved their names out in the bark By the tall old birch tree, he went down on his knees Will you marry me, Alice? Golden curl locks Alice I'll make you happy, I'll love you sweet If you marry me Alice, golden curl locks Alice Standing in a cloud of dust and dirty smoke He couldn't stop her as she drove of in her car In the dirt he saw his silver ring glow Picked it up, then cried, lit an old cigar He yearned for his sweet Alice, he missed her so And stumbled out of bed to stroll in the yard He heard whispering in the branches, saw her name below Then he brought the poor, old tree down with a saw By the fallen old birch tree, he sank down on his knees How could you leave me, Alice? Golden curl locks Alice I would have made you happy, I'd love you sweet If you married me, Alice Golden curl locks Alice