Giving Tree Father

Where you gonna go my black-haired son

You can’t be the prodigal one

Your mother she’s asleep and the winter is deep

White snow beneath the old leafless oak

We can go for a drive while the roads they are fine

Black velvet ribbon of the blue ridge skyway

While Aphex Twin softly bleats from the speakers

I’m sorry I gave you my bad chemistry

When you were fifteen I was out on the road

When you probably needed me most

“Father that’s not true” but it probably is

The small lie says you’re a good son

So please take from me I’m the giving tree

Climb on my branches and rest in my shade

You can have all my fruit and when I grow old

Chop me down and sell off the wood

Cause when I was young I was The Cover of the Rolling Stone father

Also by Shel Silverstein

But now that you’re my son I’m the giving tree father

And that’s what you gave to me