He's the last
tree in the forest,
The last boulder on the shore,
His eyes look through the distance
Seeing friends who aren't there.
And he goes to work each morning
And he fills the winter days,
And when he goes to bed at ten o'clock
I can hear him as he prays:
When I die I'll go to heaven
And my mother will be there
My brothers and my old friends
The memories we'll share.
But more than all the others
The best thing in my life
I'll hear your voice and see your face
My own beloved wife.
He's the last tree in the forest
He stands there all alone
His family and friends are gone
There's no one left he's known
The young ones crowd around him,
They hold him by the hand,
But he's the last tree in the forest,
A stranger in their land.