From the top of my tree
I thought I could see you
From each branch as I

Worked my way around
Leaving darling I'm here
Carved in each I passed

Hoping you would admire
My attempt to outlast
The beating rain like a

Sheet on the line

A fire's coming

And it's coming for
You soon my son
Tell me will

You be ready?
Is my question
To you my love


And I've grown
Accustom to things that

I will never understand
Maybe when I die I can
Come down and put Your

Hand on my shoulder
My heart feels so young
But my bodies getting older

God I'm standing here
With an open heart


A fire's coming
And it's coming for
You soon my son

Tell me will
You be ready?
Is my question

To you my love