Branches swaying gently
In the late night summer breeze
The tree still clinging thoughtfully
To it's last late summer leaves
From knarled ancient trunk To the smallest upheld twig Something ever there for long Ever growing in the spring
But alas, Every living thing must die Every growing thing must give And so everything on this earth Has only short time to live
And simple things hold wonder A life's story from a ring, And there's a shadow ever Under every growing living thing
So even though we die, We have all our lives to give, Every growing thing must die Every living thing must give.
From knarled ancient trunk To the smallest upheld twig Something ever there for long Ever growing in the spring
But alas, Every living thing must die Every growing thing must give And so everything on this earth Has only short time to live
And simple things hold wonder A life's story from a ring, And there's a shadow ever Under every growing living thing
So even though we die, We have all our lives to give, Every growing thing must die Every living thing must give.