Sticks That Made Thunder

My roots are deeper than the bones of the others My colours, they change with the sun My branches, we're higher than anything on the hillside On the day that I watched them all come Some wear the colour of the sky in the winter Some were as blue as the night They came like a storm with the light of the morn And they fell through the whole day and night Colours flew high and they danced in the sky As I watched them come over the hill Then to my wonder sticks that made thunder Such a great number lay still When the light came again, there was death on the wind As the buzzards made way for the worms And the little white trees that don't bend in the breeze For the ones that will never return The colours flew high and they danced in the sky As I watched them come over the hill Then to my wonder sticks that made thunder Such a great number lay still Those that have fallen, they come when I call them And answer the best that they can But all they can see is what they used to be And that's all that they understand The colours flew high and they danced in the sky As I watched them come over the hill Then to my wonder sticks that made thunder Such a great number lay still Colours flew high and they danced in the sky As I watched them come over the hill Then to my wonder sticks that made thunder Such a great number lay still