| Song | Singing Tree |
| Artist | Elvis Presley |
| Artist | The Jordanaires |
| Album | Clambake |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Owens/Solberg Music:Owens/Solberg | |
| You're the one who beckoned the wind | |
| And fanned the flame when our love began | |
| So don't pretend you don't know me | |
| Our names are carved on you, singing tree | |
| Oh singing tree | |
| Sing to me | |
| Call your friend | |
| The roving wind | |
| Maybe he can find my love | |
| And bring her back, singing tree | |
| Your leaves have turned from green to blue | |
| Sometimes I think you loved her too | |
| But since she left and our love died | |
| You stand petrified, singing tree | |
| Oh sing to me | |
| Singing tree | |
| Call your friend | |
| The roving wind | |
| Maybe he can find my love | |
| And bring her back, singing tree | |
| Oh sing to me | |
| Singing tree | |
| Call your friend | |
| The roving wind | |
| Maybe he can find my love |
| Lyrics: Owens Solberg Music: Owens Solberg | |
| You' re the one who beckoned the wind | |
| And fanned the flame when our love began | |
| So don' t pretend you don' t know me | |
| Our names are carved on you, singing tree | |
| Oh singing tree | |
| Sing to me | |
| Call your friend | |
| The roving wind | |
| Maybe he can find my love | |
| And bring her back, singing tree | |
| Your leaves have turned from green to blue | |
| Sometimes I think you loved her too | |
| But since she left and our love died | |
| You stand petrified, singing tree | |
| Oh sing to me | |
| Singing tree | |
| Call your friend | |
| The roving wind | |
| Maybe he can find my love | |
| And bring her back, singing tree | |
| Oh sing to me | |
| Singing tree | |
| Call your friend | |
| The roving wind | |
| Maybe he can find my love |
| Lyrics: Owens Solberg Music: Owens Solberg | |
| You' re the one who beckoned the wind | |
| And fanned the flame when our love began | |
| So don' t pretend you don' t know me | |
| Our names are carved on you, singing tree | |
| Oh singing tree | |
| Sing to me | |
| Call your friend | |
| The roving wind | |
| Maybe he can find my love | |
| And bring her back, singing tree | |
| Your leaves have turned from green to blue | |
| Sometimes I think you loved her too | |
| But since she left and our love died | |
| You stand petrified, singing tree | |
| Oh sing to me | |
| Singing tree | |
| Call your friend | |
| The roving wind | |
| Maybe he can find my love | |
| And bring her back, singing tree | |
| Oh sing to me | |
| Singing tree | |
| Call your friend | |
| The roving wind | |
| Maybe he can find my love |