[Verse]
Yellow is the color of the trees
I've sat in all my chairs
Made of wood, made of hair
Oh, I raised the mountains like my children
And I raised the mountains like my own
And I worked on a farm
I knew the crops of harvest
The work of a crow
The benches and hard pressed ran through my overalls
And found its way into my coffee cup
Yellow is the color of the trees
I've sat in all my chairs
Made of wood, made of hair
Oh, I raised the mountains like my children
And I raised the mountains like my own
And I worked on a farm
I knew the crops of harvest
The work of a crow
The benches and hard pressed ran through my overalls
And found its way into my coffee cup
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