On/Off (feat. Fortuna Ehrenfeld)

I sit in my garden,

down by the old oak

Every second or third year,

my father says the tree is dead

and tries to convince me to cut it

However, as if it has ears,

it proves him wrong and regenerates

- at least for this one spring and summer,

before it decides to rest again

So, here I sit,

in the quiet of the morning,

under the sun-permeable canopy

of branches and leaves

Joni is here too,

and Leonard and Marianne,

and Billie and Janis

I feel like they help me with their singing,

when, at first, my hands are shaking,

while I’m writing to you

about the old oak,

which is nearly dead

but also stubborn,

and my old man’s ever-losing game.

Maybe we too can summon up all our strength

Maybe we too can summon up all our strength

for another spring and summer

Or we finally understand

Or we finally understand