My memories are rather old
The old Rob cut the pine tree
Its top I'd always tried to reach
The branches were crooked and small
My heavy head they could not hold
My heavy head they could not hold
Its needles now had turned to gold
So Robbie took three men alongside of him
The pine tree moved across the road
They reached the river with a song
As the waters run, the waters run uphill
Bring it to the river of light
With time the waters subside
With time the waters rise
And I could reach the top of the tree
The top of the tree since then
My memories are pure as gold