If a Tree Fell

Got an old Gibson made from two

Conceived in the fires of neglect

In a far off forest, mahogany fell

Whose ears were there to hear it

The trees are swaying in the breeze

The sound is music when you hear it

Our bodies swaying in the breeze

The sound is music when you feel it

These ivory keys are centerpiece

The living gather round them

In these lonely '20s, you can't give them away

We just don't play them like we used to do

The trees are swaying in the breeze

The sound is music when you hear it

Our bodies swaying in the breeze

The sound is music when you feel it

The sound is music when you feel it

If I plucked my Gibson strings

Oh, wouldn't you sing along?

Our voices carrying wind

When breath don't carry forth

Sea breeze flowing down your spine

Trees are swaying in the breeze

The sound is music when you hear it

Our bodies swaying in the breeze

The sound is music when you feel it

The sound is music when you feel it