Oh, Dear Tree
Oh, dear tree
Why your leaves still be
attached to branches so tightly
Don’t you know you can’t hold on?
What’s dead is gone
and it won’t be long
Oh, dear tree
Why your leaves still be
attached to branches so tightly
Don’t you know you can’t hold on?
What’s dead is gone
and it won’t be long
Till spring comes strong
It’ll pry from your grip
and all leaves will slip
to the hushed ground beneath
to leave branches so bare
save for a bloom here and there
It’ll pry from your grip
and all leaves will slip
to the hushed ground beneath
to leave branches so bare
save for a bloom here and there
That spring to grow in the sun
and become a leaf one by one
For you to hold so tightly
and become a leaf one by one
For you to hold so tightly