Walking through the forest, he was care free and without worry
He found a stone, tossed it up and down through the air
When suddenly his eyes, they’re drawn up and there before him
The mighty stump of a tree, fresh cut and sad, laying bare
He slowly drew near, the toss taken out of his pebble
A sorrow within swells forth, upon his eyes the rings
Of the tree that once was, so in its center he lays down the stone
And whips round his guitar, takes a deep breath, and starts to sing
A song for the fallen tree… a song for the live ones
A song for our faded dreams… so new ones may rise again
When his song had all finished, he sat there for a moment, breathing deeply
And there upon the stump, the stone he had left it did glow
The spirit of the tree, roused and livened, it had been released now
Set inside the stone, which he gathered up and went on his go
All of the children of the village, they’re all taught the same now
Each with an instrument, set forth into the wild to play
Each goes their own way, toward a tree thats in need of their song now
And let their newly hatched music take flight into the light of day
And from all sides, sweet songs flood back into the village
Melodies joining as one in the center of town
And in the circle garden, behold a new sprout has taken root now
Its secret to be heard, by all those with their ears to the ground
Sing for the fallen trees, sing for the lives one
A song for our faded dreams, so a new one may rise again