Song | The Tree |
Artist | Blitzen Trapper |
Album | Daytrotter Session |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
When your love rains down just like diamonds all around | |
Strange and changing sound transformation in the ground | |
Great and winding tree splits the earth from sea to sea | |
And my lover comes to me, bids me follow endlessly | |
As she laughs and starts to climb through the branches and the vines | |
Through the tangle of our minds | |
For this tree you see it grows, never-ending | |
When your love flows free just the way it’s meant to be | |
All these chains that bind I find I quickly leave behind | |
And all the earth below seems a thin and fleeting snow | |
And my father I concede is further up upon the tree | |
And his beard is made of bees dancing wildly in the leaves | |
And my lover says to me you must be blind if you’re to see | |
Must walk behind if you’re to lead | |
Must be the soil to the seed never-ending | |
For I feel the years like distant gears may turn and come to rest | |
Where they dwell within my chest | |
Let my spirit coalesce | |
Yes and death is dressed in colors blessed a mystery I confess I cannot see | |
When your love rains down the sound of singing so profound | |
Fills the ground so deep like a weeping mothers sleep | |
As a baby’s breath whispers death so none can hear | |
And I passed the ancient seer | |
Entering the atmosphere | |
In a tree that never ends with my lover and our friends | |
Entering the black of space | |
We replace the stars that shine never-ending |
When your love rains down just like diamonds all around | |
Strange and changing sound transformation in the ground | |
Great and winding tree splits the earth from sea to sea | |
And my lover comes to me, bids me follow endlessly | |
As she laughs and starts to climb through the branches and the vines | |
Through the tangle of our minds | |
For this tree you see it grows, neverending | |
When your love flows free just the way it' s meant to be | |
All these chains that bind I find I quickly leave behind | |
And all the earth below seems a thin and fleeting snow | |
And my father I concede is further up upon the tree | |
And his beard is made of bees dancing wildly in the leaves | |
And my lover says to me you must be blind if you' re to see | |
Must walk behind if you' re to lead | |
Must be the soil to the seed neverending | |
For I feel the years like distant gears may turn and come to rest | |
Where they dwell within my chest | |
Let my spirit coalesce | |
Yes and death is dressed in colors blessed a mystery I confess I cannot see | |
When your love rains down the sound of singing so profound | |
Fills the ground so deep like a weeping mothers sleep | |
As a baby' s breath whispers death so none can hear | |
And I passed the ancient seer | |
Entering the atmosphere | |
In a tree that never ends with my lover and our friends | |
Entering the black of space | |
We replace the stars that shine neverending |
When your love rains down just like diamonds all around | |
Strange and changing sound transformation in the ground | |
Great and winding tree splits the earth from sea to sea | |
And my lover comes to me, bids me follow endlessly | |
As she laughs and starts to climb through the branches and the vines | |
Through the tangle of our minds | |
For this tree you see it grows, neverending | |
When your love flows free just the way it' s meant to be | |
All these chains that bind I find I quickly leave behind | |
And all the earth below seems a thin and fleeting snow | |
And my father I concede is further up upon the tree | |
And his beard is made of bees dancing wildly in the leaves | |
And my lover says to me you must be blind if you' re to see | |
Must walk behind if you' re to lead | |
Must be the soil to the seed neverending | |
For I feel the years like distant gears may turn and come to rest | |
Where they dwell within my chest | |
Let my spirit coalesce | |
Yes and death is dressed in colors blessed a mystery I confess I cannot see | |
When your love rains down the sound of singing so profound | |
Fills the ground so deep like a weeping mothers sleep | |
As a baby' s breath whispers death so none can hear | |
And I passed the ancient seer | |
Entering the atmosphere | |
In a tree that never ends with my lover and our friends | |
Entering the black of space | |
We replace the stars that shine neverending |