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 on Steinbeck road
When I came not a single furrow 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 mount