Crooked Tree

Two trees in the forest, one was crooked, one was straight Crimson bark and emerald needles growing day by day (day) And though they looked so different They enjoyed the rain the same side by side A chickadee told them of a darkness on the land Spinning blades that came to visit, carried by a man And every other tree would see them cut down Where they stand by and by Oh, can't you see a crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine? They're left to grow wild and free Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree Perfect trees were driven down the mountain to the mill They turned them into toothpicks and 20 dollar bills It seemed the more the people took The more they needed still in the end The crooked trees were left there after all the work was done Now they go for weeks and never witness anyone No one left to tell them if they're growing right or wrong But whispering wind Oh, can't you see a crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine? They're left to grow wild and free I'd rather be a crooked tree People say I'm different and my way of life seems strange I took the road less traveled, twists and turns along the way But like the crooked tree I'm growing stronger day by day as the clouds roll by A river never wonders why it flows around the bend A mountain doesn't question how it rose up from the land So who am I to wish I wasn't just the way I am? Who am I? Oh, can't you see a crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine? They're left to grow wild and free Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree A crooked tree won't fit into the mill machine They're left to grow wild and free I'd rather be a crooked tree Oh, I'd rather be a crooked tree