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From the top of my tree
I thought I could see you
From each brance as I
Worked my way around
Leaving darling I'm here
Carved in each I passed
Hoping you would admire
My attempt to outlast
The beating rain like a
Sheet on the line

A fire's coming
And it's coming for
You soon my son
Tell me will
You be ready?
Is my question
To you my love

And I've grown
Accustom to things that
I will never understand
Maybe when I die I can
Come down and put Your
Hand on my shoulder
My heart feels so young
But my bodies getting older
God I'm standing here
With an open heart

A fire's coming
And it's coming for
You soon my son
Tell me will
You be ready?
Is my question
To you my love
From the top of my tree   I thought I could see you   From each brance as I   Worked my way around   Leaving darling I'm here   Carved in each I passed   Hoping you would admire   My attempt to outlast   The beating rain like a   Sheet on the line       A fire's coming   And it's coming for    You soon my son   Tell me will    You be ready?   Is my question   To you my love      And I've grown    Accustom to things that   I will never understand   Maybe when I die I can   Come down and put Your   Hand on my shoulder   My heart feels so young   But my bodies getting older   God I'm standing here    With an open heart      A fire's coming   And it's coming for    You soon my son   Tell me will    You be ready?   Is my question   To you my love