If I could count my years in rings
There would be moments and visible things
I'd see the strength of years with pain
There would be mossy years with rain
I would feel the grain within the wood
There would be notches when I did good
Larger rings would say to me
Hey, that year was meant to be
The rings where I bore my children
Would be joyfilled waves hidden
The year I found my perfect mate
Erased the lonely heart's club wait
Every year I made life better
Is marked with wood instead of letters
If life could mark my age in rings
It would show you the truth in things
