Standing, waiting
Lonely on the mountain top
Growing
High in the sky above all
Waiting and waiting
Too close to the nest of clouds
Waiting and waiting
For a thunder to let me die
Light from above
Dark from below
My roots weave
In-too-deep
Light from above
Dark from below
My roots weave
In-too-deep
What am I doing this high?
I hate them all
Who can fly
