From the top of my tree I thought I could see you From each branch as I Worked my way around Leaving darling I'm here Carved in each I passed Hoping you would admire My attempt to outlast The beating rain like a Sheet on the line
A fire's coming And it's coming for You soon my son Tell me will You be ready? Is my question To you my love
And I've grown Accustom to things that I will never understand Maybe when I die I can Come down and put Your Hand on my shoulder My heart feels so young But my bodies getting older God I'm standing here With an open heart
A fire's coming And it's coming for You soon my son Tell me will You be ready? Is my question To you my love
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