The Tree
by Mike Heron

I had a Tree, in the dream hills where my childhood lay.
and I'd go there in the wide, long days,
and my Tree would listen to all that I'd say.
and the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was smiling,
and the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was smiling.

Then one day when the world had put me in its tomb,
and my life was just an empty room,
I went to my tree and sat there in my gloom,
and the light was fading dimly, and the sky was crying,
and the light was fading dimly, and the sky was crying.

Then my tree bent its branches low down to the ground,
and its green leaves shrouded up my mind,
and I left the world somewhere behind,
and I did not know what I would find,
but the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was smiling,
Oh the sun was shining brightly, and the sky was smiling.