music : Velvet Belly
lyrics: Robert Frost
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me
Vague dreamhead lifted out of the ground
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound
But, tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.