Trees of the Field

You have broken this old soil
You have torn this skin apart
And the seed that you have planted
Buries naked in the dark

In the springtime of my breathing
You have sheltered me from harm
All you asked was that my seedling
Play into your earthen yarn

If you trimmed off all my branches
They would not complete your pile
There is no way that I'm left standing
When you light that final fire

Even small fruit you have nourished
On these branches weighs them down
If I bear it, if I carry
It will sink me to the ground

With the sunset in the background
And this tree placed in the fore
I could just make out what you have
Planted all these years before

In the forests in the orchards
Broken trees cover the ground
When they've fallen, when they're trampled
They have made a clapping sound

O-o-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o-o

And they join with the mountains
And they join with the seas
And they join with the parts that are alive inside of me
And they cry out in longing for the earth that's yet to be
And they find joy and peace
And they find joy and peace

If I'm bearing when you're ready
If you come at the right time
Take the fruit that I have carried
Crush it down and make your wine

O-o-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o-o
O-o-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o-o