There's a part of you And a part of me Buried under A sycamore tree A part of you And a part of me Lying in the shadow of A sycamore tree A sycamore tree grows in my baby's garden Sun is high, salt hardened her hair Oh it's not fair All the best things – now forgotten Underneath that sycamore tree we got married Its shadows hold the love that we carried No matter where we go a shadow of woe Reminds us of a life that we buried A sycamore tree grows in my baby's garden Sun is high, salt hardened her hair Oh it's not fair All the best things – now forgotten Underneath the sycamore tree Lies a part of you and a part of me A part of you and a part of me Buried underneath the sycamore tree