The day was young
A glimpse of dawn
From skye-light hung
The Aspens
The Aspens stood quietly
Waiting
Waiting for the very first breeze
To shake their glossy manes
In the earl October freeze
Gently rising
Myst from the lake
All were waiting
For the Aspens to Quake
The sun drifted up slowly
Awakening the breeze
Sending the signal to awake
Oh Aspen, Oh Aspen
Standing in the breeze
Quake, Quake, my beautiful,
My beautiful Aspen Trees!
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