Under the Maple tree

Should I come hither

Or would I wither?

Would you give me shade

Or will you make my glory fade?

I come to sit on your pastures

And enjoy your treasures

You have wooed me 

With promises of honey

Yet I do not want to end up 

Left here, lonely

I am a king with my kingdom

Do not snare my freedom

I know there is no middle way

It should happen one day

For a better life

You sure should take away 

All this strife

Into the cold I come

Do not make me numb

I come to seek refuge

 Under your branches

For I have gambled 

With all my chances

Under the Maple tree

Is where I want to be free