| Song | The Leaning Tree |
| Artist | Sun Kil Moon |
| Album | Admiral Fell Promises |
| Scattered relics of your love Just lyin 'round your dusty room | |
| Bearing old souls, old men, old scars, dissonant wallow of guitars. | |
| Burnin' off Indian sun on the water barges hung. | |
| Through the bay window panes, covers maginify and brings. | |
| Sleepy poet's perfect dream, pastel homes along the sea. | |
| This I would, this I will: leave to join you in the hills. | |
| For you I would, for you I will leave this for the auburn hills, | |
| Find your old peeling house, find you out there… | |
| Hear the owl call from the trees, smell the midnight forest breeze | |
| Shield you from this dark and night, wake you in the morning. | |
| You came to me in a dream walking down the path by the cold, icy stream | |
| The white of the snow, coating the past, in the sierra when a time you disappeared | |
| You left me alone. And the old master room in my mountain home. | |
| And I called for you so many times and longed for one more day with you in my life. | |
| And I longed for one more day with you in my life. | |
| I see you there in my dreams, your poise is perfect, that of a statue as queen. | |
| Your beautiful hair, your ocean blue eyes; You bear the depth of your losses inside and I begged of you so many times, forgive me once and for all for all of my lies, to forgive me once and for all for all of my lies. | |
| Oh mommy, the leaning tree like a diamond | |
| As we pass the long dead grass, thirsty in the sun. | |
| Memories rest beyond the broken fence. Let their spirits be. | |
| The birds have left their mother's nest on the roses' thorns | |
| There they swing over the bleach-white grain, sprawled over the hill. |
| Scattered relics of your love Just lyin ' round your dusty room | |
| Bearing old souls, old men, old scars, dissonant wallow of guitars. | |
| Burnin' off Indian sun on the water barges hung. | |
| Through the bay window panes, covers maginify and brings. | |
| Sleepy poet' s perfect dream, pastel homes along the sea. | |
| This I would, this I will: leave to join you in the hills. | |
| For you I would, for you I will leave this for the auburn hills, | |
| Find your old peeling house, find you out there | |
| Hear the owl call from the trees, smell the midnight forest breeze | |
| Shield you from this dark and night, wake you in the morning. | |
| You came to me in a dream walking down the path by the cold, icy stream | |
| The white of the snow, coating the past, in the sierra when a time you disappeared | |
| You left me alone. And the old master room in my mountain home. | |
| And I called for you so many times and longed for one more day with you in my life. | |
| And I longed for one more day with you in my life. | |
| I see you there in my dreams, your poise is perfect, that of a statue as queen. | |
| Your beautiful hair, your ocean blue eyes You bear the depth of your losses inside and I begged of you so many times, forgive me once and for all for all of my lies, to forgive me once and for all for all of my lies. | |
| Oh mommy, the leaning tree like a diamond | |
| As we pass the long dead grass, thirsty in the sun. | |
| Memories rest beyond the broken fence. Let their spirits be. | |
| The birds have left their mother' s nest on the roses' thorns | |
| There they swing over the bleachwhite grain, sprawled over the hill. |