Trees

The poet's voice lingers on His words hang in the air The ground you walk upon Might as well not be there Might as well not be there I'll take you through my dreams Out into the darkest morning Past the blood filled streams Into the garden of Jane De

Going to Murdoch's mountain to lay down my thoughts Passing through the valley of stones for my mind has wandered here Barren land of beauty the sun has burnt a scar upon your face Under harvest moons I discovered your ways I shall follow the river o

[ti:Geordie(Remixed)] [ar:Trees] [al:On The Shore] [offset:0] [00:00.86]Geordie(Remixed) - Trees [00:07.36]As I walked out over London Bridge [00:13.94] [00:17.13]One misty morning early, [00:22.94]I overheard a fair pretty maid [00:29.96] [00:31.90]

Shake down a leaf or two I'll catch each one and think of you Lift me up and I'll climb high Step on you and make you cry I'll make you cry This tree splits right through Half is black and half is blue Your hand carved a name Both our letters looked