The Tree

When your love rains down, just like diamonds all around
A strange and changing sound, a transformation in the ground
The great and winding tree, splits the Earth from sea to sea
And my lover comes to me, bids me follow endlessly
As she laughs and starts to climb, through the branches and the binds
Through the tangle of our minds, for this tree, you see, it grows, never ending

When your love flows free, just the way it's meant to be
All these chains that bind, I find I quickly leave behind
And all the Earth below, seems a thin and fleeting snow
And my father, I can see, is further up upon the tree
And his beard is made of bees, dancing wildly in the leaves
And my lover says to me,
"You must be blind if you're to see,
Must walk behind if you're to lead,
Must be the soil to the seed, neverending."

For I feel the years, like distant gears, may turn and come to rest,
Where they dwell within my chest, let my spirt coalesce,
Yes, and death is dressed in colors blessed,
A mystery I confess I cannot see

When your love rains down, the sound of singing so prefound,
Fills the ground so deep, like a weeping mother's sleep
And as a baby's breath, whispers death so none can hear
And I pass the ancient seer, entering the atmosphere
In a tree that never ends, with my lover and our friends
Entering the black of space, we replace the stars that shine,
Neverending