| Song | Sticks That Made Thunder |
| Artist | The SteelDrivers |
| Album | The Steeldrivers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| My roots are deeper than the bones the others | |
| my colors they change with the sun | |
| my branches we’re higher than anything on the hillside | |
| on the day that I watched them all come | |
| Some wear the color of the sky in the winter | |
| some we’re as blue as the night | |
| they came like a storm with the light of the morn | |
| and they fell thru the whole day and night | |
| Colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
| as I watched them come over the hill | |
| then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
| such a great number lay still | |
| When the light came again there was death on the wind | |
| as the buzzards made way for the worms | |
| and the little white trees that don’t bend in the breeze | |
| for the ones that will never return | |
| The colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
| as I watched them come over the hill | |
| then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
| such a great number lay still | |
| Those that have fallen they come when I call them | |
| and answer the best that they can | |
| but all they can see is what they used to be | |
| and that’s all that they understand | |
| The colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
| as I watched them come over the hill | |
| then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
| such a great number lay still | |
| Colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
| as I watched them come over the hill | |
| then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
| such a great number lay still |
| My roots are deeper than the bones the others | |
| my colors they change with the sun | |
| my branches we' re higher than anything on the hillside | |
| on the day that I watched them all come | |
| Some wear the color of the sky in the winter | |
| some we' re as blue as the night | |
| they came like a storm with the light of the morn | |
| and they fell thru the whole day and night | |
| Colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
| as I watched them come over the hill | |
| then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
| such a great number lay still | |
| When the light came again there was death on the wind | |
| as the buzzards made way for the worms | |
| and the little white trees that don' t bend in the breeze | |
| for the ones that will never return | |
| The colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
| as I watched them come over the hill | |
| then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
| such a great number lay still | |
| Those that have fallen they come when I call them | |
| and answer the best that they can | |
| but all they can see is what they used to be | |
| and that' s all that they understand | |
| The colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
| as I watched them come over the hill | |
| then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
| such a great number lay still | |
| Colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
| as I watched them come over the hill | |
| then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
| such a great number lay still |
| My roots are deeper than the bones the others | |
| my colors they change with the sun | |
| my branches we' re higher than anything on the hillside | |
| on the day that I watched them all come | |
| Some wear the color of the sky in the winter | |
| some we' re as blue as the night | |
| they came like a storm with the light of the morn | |
| and they fell thru the whole day and night | |
| Colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
| as I watched them come over the hill | |
| then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
| such a great number lay still | |
| When the light came again there was death on the wind | |
| as the buzzards made way for the worms | |
| and the little white trees that don' t bend in the breeze | |
| for the ones that will never return | |
| The colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
| as I watched them come over the hill | |
| then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
| such a great number lay still | |
| Those that have fallen they come when I call them | |
| and answer the best that they can | |
| but all they can see is what they used to be | |
| and that' s all that they understand | |
| The colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
| as I watched them come over the hill | |
| then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
| such a great number lay still | |
| Colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
| as I watched them come over the hill | |
| then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
| such a great number lay still |