Further from my widowed home take the road that sets it to the sun
Waiting for my skin and bone to return and see what I've become
Summer has not yet been here though my days are long
Take me back to when the night was young and another song was sung
What of all those pretty tales, the ones that took me to this door
Is it comfort in the siren's wail, the comfort upon this wooden floor?
Tell you, is it a failure to forget the ones you once held dear?
Well, I tried to remember but my mind is no longer clean
No, you've recognized me (woah)
I followed from, far from the trees (woah)
The roots came up, up to my knees (woah)
They twisted around
And I made no sound, no sound
I'll wander 'til my brittle bone had succumbed and pulled me to the stone
Further from the towns you've known, I'll remain from where I had begun
Stumble before I start, I was kicking all the stones as a child
In the meadow when the storm came through and I burrowed straight back to you
No, you recognized me, (woah)
I followed from, far from the trees (woah)
The roots came up, up to my knees (woah)
They twisted around
I made no sound, no sound
And would you ever doubt my love when my day is done?
I'll lay down my body within this earth I've won
Would you try to follow the roads I had to walk
There's a whisper in the willow, from there you'll hear me talk
