Telling stories that no one believes
To the trees
Secrets of witches and thieves
In the leaves
I light up my smoke off the fire
I lift up my eyes to the sky and the stars in the night
The wind sings a song to the leaves of the tree
Courtship of flowers and bees weakens knees
The moon pulls the waves to the shore
A
love that is asking for more brings me back to the door
Who's in that plane flying by
in the sky?
Galaxies pass through the eyes
of a child I drive far away in the night
Closing his eyes to the moon
is a dream
Future and past interweave
And to see the woodlands,
the shelters and listens
To promises kept in the thistles and
briars beneath