All I see is me, one tree. 

I am tall, I used to be small. 

I am stuck all alone, you see me, you just growl and moan. 

One tree with one bee, maybe you and me. 

I can sway, you say "no way."

 

You like me and I like you and we make the perfect two. 

You make a home where you're free to roam. 

You say, "Hey, want to be friends? I want to do this to the end."

When its freezing you're with me. You leave. 

You fly and, well, I am alone and I just cry. 

It is cold like the winter snow,

but it's windy and I blow.