(Tom T. Hall) There's a little ole tree that grows out in my yard He's not very wide or too tall or too large He stands there so still 'til the wind comes to call When the wind blows the little tree starts having a ball. He swings and he sways and he shakes all his limbs The little ole tree loves to dance with the wind He rustles and bustles when the wind comes to call He dances so hard I'm afraid he will fall. He dances all summer and when snow comes down He dances and throws all his leaves on the ground He makes me so mad I say hey if you please Would you stop that dancin' each time there's a breeze. He swings and he sways and he shakes all his limbs The little ole tree loves to dance with the wind He rustles and bustles when the wind comes to call He dances so hard I'm afraid he will fall. Now I cannot dance very well you'll agree But sometimes I wish I could dance like a tree I'd swing and I'd sway and I'd shake all my limbs And I'd never fall down cause I'd be just like him. He swings and he sways and he shakes all his limbs The little ole tree loves to dance with the wind He rustles and bustles when the wind comes to call I'm afraid he will fall but he never does...