See the tree, how big it's grown, but Frank, it hasn't been too long, it wasn't big. I laughed at her and she got mad, the first day that she planted it was just a twig. Then the first snow came and she ran out, rushed the snow away so it wouldn't die. Came running in, was all excited, slipped and almost hurt herself, and laughed till I cried. She was always young at heart, kinda dumb and kinda smart, and I loved her so. I surprised her with a puppy, kept me up all Christmas Eve two years ago. And it was sure embarrassing when I came in from working late, cause I would know. That she'd been sitting there and crying, crying over a sad and silly late, late show. And honey, I miss you. Honey, I miss you. And I'm being good. I'm being good. And I'd love to be with you. I'd love to be with you. If only I could. If I only could. She wrecked an arm and she was sad and so afraid that I'd be mad, but what the heck. Though I pretended hard to be, guess you could say she saw through me and hugged my neck. I came home unexpectedly and caught her crying needlessly in the middle of the day. And it was in the early spring when flowers bloomed and mother seemed she went away. And honey, I miss you. Honey, I miss you. And I'm being good. I'm being good. And I'd love to be with you. I'd love to be with you. If only I could. If only I could. One day while I was not at home, while she was there and all alone, the angels came. The angels came. Now all I have is memories of honey and I wake up nights and call her name. Call her name. And now my life's an empty stage where honey lived and honey played and love grew up. And the small pot passes over her head and cries down on that flower bed that honey loved. And see the tree, how big it's grown, my friend, it hasn't been too long, it wasn't big. I laughed with her and she got mad. The first day that she planted it was just a dream.