I am a tree, just being, just doing all that a tree does I don't mind that my roots are fixed in the earth, for my branches are free to float in the breeze I sweep over hillsides dark brown and purple, Life drips from my leaves, and longing for life thrills through my branches, as I am the sky, and the birds and the trees Trees merge, trees do not fight trees. I am a tree, and a tree I'll continue to be When trees no-one about but me I'm not a politician, I'm not a zoo-keeper, I'm not a general, I'm not a bishop I simply am a tree, and if you think taht's simple, simply being what you are, look at yourself, are you simply what you are, or what you are pretending to be
You can chop me down, I'll not fight back My trunk will weep tears of gun and my tall lenght will be like a shame But I say nothing While I have life I live as I can, then I die, what am I simply a tree Just leting my being or not being beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
