Under the Silent Tree

Under the silent tree it all comes back to me

Looking for moving signs under the noisy skies

Thinking which way to go as if I didn't know

Under the silent tree it all comes back to me

He maketh the joke my friend but will it ever end

And will the end be right, uptight and outta sight

And when you're blown away will they be here to stay

Under the silent tree it all comes back to me

He maketh the joke my friend but will it ever end

And will the end be right, uptight and outta sight

And when you're blown away will they be here to stay

Under the silent tree it all comes back to me