Seda laulu kuulsin Ameerikas esmakordselt "oldies" raadiojaamast. Loomulikult oli äratundmisrõõm suur - justkui oleks koju naasnud. Kes ei mäletaks raadio soovikontsertidest just seda viisi - "Mälestused"  Heli Läätse esituses. Ja hiljem lisati laulule ka Rabindranath Tagore luuletus, mida Heli esitas koos kadund Mikk Mikiveriga: "Käed liibuvad kätele ja nii algab me armastuselugu....." Juba seda luuletust kuulates tundus, et kaunimaks enam minna ei saa, ent siiski sai.... Kui võrrelda originaali ja eestinduse lüürikat, siis erinevust eriti ei olegi. See lugu läks ameeriklastele hinge nagu eestlastele ja isegi mu ameerika abikaasa mäletab seda 1968 hitti (olles sündinud vaid 1962). Aga nüüd kõlagu juba laul:
See the tree, how big it's grown,
but friend, it hasn't been too long it wasn't big.
I laughed at her and she got mad,
the first day that she planted it was just a twig.
Then the first snow came and she ran
out to brush the snow away so it wouldn't die.
Came runnin' in all excited,
slipped and almost hurt herself, I laughed 'til I cried.

She was always young at heart,
kind a dumb and kind a smart and I loved her so.
And I surprised her with a puppy,
kept me up all Christmas eve two years ago.
And it would sure embarrass her when
I came home from working late 'cause I would know
that she'd been sittin' there cryin
over some sad and silly late, late show.

And Honey, I miss you and I'm being good.
And I'd love to be with you if only I could.

She wrecked the car and she was sad
and so afraid that I'd be mad but what the heck.
Though I pretended hard to be,
guess you could say she saw through me and hugged my neck.
I came home unexpectedly
and caught her crying needlessly in middle of the day.
And it was in the early spring
when flowers bloom and robins sing, she went away.

And Honey, I miss you and I'm being good.
And I'd love to be with you if only I could.

One day while I wasn't home,
while she was there and all alone, the angels came.
Now all I have are memories of Honey,

And I wake up nights and call her name.
Now my life's an empty stage
where Honey lived and Honey played and love grew up.
A small cloud passes over head
and cries down in the flower bed that Honey loved.

See the tree, how big it's grown...(fading)