by Bobby Whitlock
There's a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean,
And I hate to hurt your feelings but its not the way it seems,
'Cause I miss her.
She's the only girl I've cared for, the only one I've known.
And no one ever shared more love than we've known.
And I miss her.
But it all seems so strange to see,
That she'd never
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