There’s a tree, a favorite of mine
A special kind of tree, a certain kind of pine
I see this tree when I close my eyes
Some people call it the umbrella pine

It’s bare on the trunk, up most of the way
Like a classic palm tree you’d see in LA
But up at the top it spreads and fills out 
To make an umbrella of green puffy clouds

And when there’s another of these trees nearby
They join at the top to shield from the sky
All of the people walking far below
The special kind of people you find in Rome

Rome
Rome
Rome
Rome

In the shelter of this pine canopy
The people of Rome live under the green
With dapples of sunlight brightening the scene 
Two of those people are Jim and me