Sitting outside at the break of dawn
Under my favorite sycamore tree
The dew sits down on the lawn
No one here but my thoughts and me.

I watch the colors change in the sky
From red to orange then yellow and blue
I sit and wonder but I don't know why
I ever said I love you too

As I sit outside under my tree
The morning sun warms my face
I recall the days of you and me
And their memory puts me in my place

You were lovely I recall
A butterfly flutters to a nearby flower
It's no wonder I could fall
In love with your sensual power

But those days are gone so far away
And all I have are memories
So I sit alone and waste my days
Under my sycamore tree.