| The Dreaming Tree by Dave Matthews Band Standing here, the old man said to me Long before these crowded streets, "Here stood my dreaming tree" Below it he would sit for hors at a time Now progress takes away what forever took to find Now he's falling hard. He feels the fall of dark How he longs to be beneath his dreaming tree Conquered fear to climb, a moment froze in time When the girl who first he kissed promised him she'd be his Remember mother's words, there, beneath the tree "No matter what the world, you'll always be my baby" Mommy, come quick, the dreaming tree has died The air is growing thick, There is no place to hide The dreaming tree has died Oh, have you no pity? This thing I do I do not deny it All through the smile As crooked as danger Do not deny I know in my mind, I would leave you now If I had the strength to, I would leave you up To your own devices; Will you not talk? Can you take pity? I don't ask much But won't you speak, please? From the start, she knew she had it made Easy up til then; for sure she'd make the grade Now she's falling hard; She feels the fall of dark How did this fall apart? She drinks to fill it up Smile of sweetest flowers, wilted so and soured Black tears stained the cheeks that once were so admired She thinks when she was young, there on her father's knee How he had promised her, "You'll always be my baby" Daddy, come quick, the dreaming tree has died I can't find my way home; there is no place to hide The dreaming tree has died Oh, If I had the strength to , I would leave you up To your own devices; Will you not talk? Can you take pity? I don't ask much But, won't you speak, please? MORE |