I see this tree.
I see how he's dying.
I beg him stop crying
He sheds all of his tears in fall.
For winters kiss is near.
I see this tree.
A home for the smallest.
This tree is a promise.
That even after winters death.
Life can be redeemed.
I see how he's dying.
I beg him stop crying
He sheds all of his tears in fall.
For winters kiss is near.
I see this tree.
A home for the smallest.
This tree is a promise.
That even after winters death.
Life can be redeemed.
