If a Tree Fell

Got an old Gibson made from two
Conceived in the fires of neglect
In a far off forest, mahogany fell
Whose ears were there to hear it

The trees are swaying in the breeze
The sound is music when you hear it
Our bodies swaying in the breeze
The sound is music when you feel it

These ivory keys are centerpiece
The living gather round them
In these lonely '20s, you can't give them away
We just don't play them like we used to do

The trees are swaying in the breeze
The sound is music when you hear it
Our bodies swaying in the breeze
The sound is music when you feel it
The sound is music when you feel it

If I plucked my Gibson strings
Oh, wouldn't you sing along?
Our voices carrying wind
When breath don't carry forth
Sea breeze flowing down your spine

Trees are swaying in the breeze
The sound is music when you hear it
Our bodies swaying in the breeze
The sound is music when you feel it
The sound is music when you feel it



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse James Deconto
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