High in the branches of an old oak tree

One day a baby was born

Her eyes were the color of the grey sky above

And they called her Simone

As a little girl she played in the treehouse alone

Drawing faces in the dust on the floor

No windows she had for to let the light in

Nor friends for she had not a door

Journey down, Simone, journey down

Journey down, Simone, journey down

Restless and weary of living in the dark

One day Simone flew from her cage

By the sun she was blinded but her soul she was finding

She had dreams and she had come of age

So down through the branches she stepped with delight

While the birds taught her all that they knew

But she reached the cold ground and heartbroken she found

That all she had learned was untrue

Journey down, Simone, journey down

Journey down, Simone, journey down

'Twas a great barren desert at the base of the tree

No wisdom, no joy, and no love

So her dreams they were crushed and she longed for the dust

On the floor of her home up above

As she made for the trunk of that gnarled old oak

The wood turned to ash in her hands

And she wept for she knew she was destined to roam

For a while in that forsaken land

Journey down, Simone, journey down

Journey down, Simone, journey down

Journey down, Simone, journey down

Journey down, Simone, journey down