(Tom T. Hall)

She loved me like the trees love Philadelphia
And like the Philadelphians love trees
One fine and fleeting day in Philadelphia
Then we went our seperate ways to share the same old memories.

It's different now than what it's always been
It's that narrow line between love and sin
Oh, she loved me like the trees love Philadelphia
And like the Philadelphians love trees.

Just a summer walk on one afternoon
Like the leaves that fall it ended too soon
Oh, she loved me like the trees love Philadelphia
And like the Philadelphians love trees...