Sitting around the maple tree
rubbing my back on the bark
I hear a song from a lark
it's floating so free
I carve your name in a heart
and keep it right next to me
Oh my little lark here comes the bumble bee
sitting around the maple tree.

Sitting around the maple tree
counting the clouds in the sky
you know they're up there so high
and floating so free
until the day that I die
I hope you're right next to me
you make me tap my toes you make me shake my knees
sitting around the maple tree.