| On a tree inside a heart |
| A dull Boy Scout knife took |
| Half a day to carve |
| Michael loves Carolyn |
| He’d just turned ten and she was nine |
| The summer she turned sweet sixteen |
| He finally found his nerve and took her out to see |
| And what she saw through her tears |
| Was seven hearts for seven years |
| And they stood beneath the tree of hearts |
| And they watched their feelings grow |
| And they swore they’d never be apart |
| True love left it’s mark |
| On the tree of hearts |
| The tenth time he carved their names |
| Carolyn’s dad was giving her away |
| There beneath the shelter of |
| The tree of hearts they pledged their love |
| And then four hearts down the road |
| They brought the first of two born home |
| And they played beneath the tree of hearts |
| And they watched their children grow |
| And they swore they’d never be apart |
| True love left it’s mark |
| On a tree of hearts |
| In the blinking of an eye |
| Somehow fifty-seven hearts flew by |
| Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty… Miss Carolyn |
| At sixty-one Michael knew |
| There wouldn’t be a sixty-two |
| And they lay beneath the tree of hearts |
| And you can watch thier love still grown |
| Where they swore they’d never be apart |
| True love left it’s mark |
| On the tree of hearts |