Magnolia Tree

I was sitting up in a magnolia tree,
When an old man walked up to me.
He told me, “Honey this tree has been here a while,
So lend me your ear little chile.


Sometimes instead of a paper and pen,
All you need now and then
Is the petal of a Magnolia flower
And to lay in the shade of a bower.”

He said, “I scratched her a letter in a Magnolia flower,
And told her to meet me in an hour.
I waited and she agreed to see me under that tree,
And then I knew our love was guaranteed.

Sometimes instead of a paper and pen,
All you need now and then
Is the petal of a Magnolia flower
And to lay in the shade of a bower.”

He said, “Seeing her under that old Magnolia tree.
I smiled at her and she smiled at me.
We talked and talked for hours while we picked Magnolia Flowers
Knowing that our love would never sour.

Sometimes instead of a paper and pen,
All you need now and then
Is the petal of a Magnolia flower
And to lay in the shade of a bower.”

The old man smiled at me and gave me a grin,
And said before he shuffled off again,
“Remember little girl, the best things in this world,
Are when the sweet magnolia petals unfurl.


Sometimes instead of a paper and pen,
All you need now and then
Is the petal of a Magnolia flower
And to lay in the shade of a bower.”