Cinnamon Tree

Set me up a swing beneath that cinnamon tree

Give me half a breeze to push the scent

Fetch me up a telescope and fifteen yards of sturdy rope

And I'll tell you where that puppy dog has went

I bet she’s hit the railroad and she’s hopping cars

Bet she’s aboard a great ship, and she’s lost at sea

But she'll come bounding back again, as soon as she smells that cinnamon

And I'll bury her sweet bones beneath that tree

She was my three legged dog

She’s just a three legged dog

She was a three legged dog

And I'll bury her bones right beneath that cinnamon tree

I'll bury her bones right beneath that cinnamon tree

Momma seems to think she's gone for some kind of good

Poppa says shes six feet in the ground

But I know she's alright when I hear her howling in the moonlight

And its a wild and wonderful sound

Its not the body of the beast that holds its spirit

Its the spirit itself which I adore

Its her love and its her name

Not the confines of her frame that make me love her

Love her so much more

She was my three legged dog

She’s just a three legged dog

She was a three legged dog

And I'll bury her bones right beneath that cinnamon tree

I'll bury her bones right beneath that cinnamon tree