Old Trees don't go away

Not by the Wind or weariness
I've a sense of pain into myself
A record is playing and skipping and now
Is telling my story
Like an old tree
Lost everything I'll be leafless
Wait my next spring to find again
The things I've Lost
The moments still never come back to me

Now I haven't any bag
But I'm ready to leave and return here again
Now I haven't any friend
I need to start and play and direct to the end
Now I haven't any bag
But I'm ready to leave and return here again
Now I haven't any friend
I need to start and play and direct to the end

Now I haven't any bag
But I'm ready to leave and return here again
Now I haven't any friend
I need to start and play and direct to the end
Now I haven't any bag
But I'm ready to leave and return here again
Now I haven't any friend
I need to start and play and direct to the end

Now I haven't any bag
But I'm ready to leave and return here again
Now I haven't any friend
I need to start and play and direct to the end
Now I haven't any bag
But I'm ready to leave and return here again
Now I haven't any friend
I need to start and play and direct to the end



Credits
Writer(s): Giuseppe Zingaro
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