The Tree

I had a tree in the dream hills where my childhood lay

And I'd go there in the wide, long days

And my tree would listen to all that I'd say

And the sun was shining brightly

And the sky was smiling

And the sun was shining brightly

And the sky was smiling, oh

Then one day when the world had put me in its tomb

And my life was just an empty room

I went to my tree and I sat there in my gloom

And the light was fading dimly and the sky was crying

And the light was fading dimly and the sky was crying, oh

Then my tree bent its branches low down to the ground

And its green leaves shrouded up my mind

And I left the world somewhere behind

And I didn't not know what I would find

And the sun was shining brightly

And the sky was smiling

Oh, the sun was shining brightly

And the sky was smiling