Branches Lyrics

Thanks for all the days that I have had

The good and bad

Upon the sun-streaked roads that wind the southern way

Thanks to the many hilltops of the Shire

And warm desire

And my many wandering ventures down to stay

So, be the orchards ripe or not, the fruit is on the ground

Below the trees whose branches let the wind create its sound

Autumn is behind us now and dead

And put to bed

The auburn hair let fall amongst the corpses white

But now the gentle light awakes the ferns

From their sojourns

And dew and fog replace the frost come in the night

So, underneath the death and rot, a life can still be found

Below the trees whose branches let the wind create its sound

Grass returns to stand upon the hill

Lord of its will

And throughout the eve, the gentle zephyrs weaving

And dreaming of the time that will be hence

A broken fence

And soon, soon again my time will come for leaving

But, if you look in nearer times, I still will be around

Below the trees whose branches let the wind create its sound