Under The Silent Tree

Under the silent tree it all comes back to me,
Looking for moving signs under the noisy skies,
Thinking which way to go as if I didn’t know,
Under the silent tree it all comes back to me.
He maketh the joke my friend but will it ever end,
And will the end be right, uptight and outta sight,
And when you’re blown away will they be here to stay,
Under the silent tree it all comes back to me.
He maketh the joke my friend but will it ever end,
And will the end be right, uptight and outta sight,
And when you’re blown away will they be here to stay,
Under the silent tree it all comes back to me.