There is a valley where the tree stand tall and an icy wind blows
Trees don't speak, but they speak to each other
Of the people long ago.
When the soldiers came and took away the villages one by one
And the fury of that moment they felt
But could only silently look above.
There is a mansion sideways where sheep are crazy...
Sheep don't speak, but they speak to each other
Of a killing long ago
When the people came and sacrificed their children to the sun
And the fury of the moment they felt,
but could only silently look above
There is a hill near Jerusalem that wild flowers grow upon
Flowers don't speak, but they speak to each other of a crucifixion
Guess because he said he was the son of God
And the fury of the moment they felt they could only silently look upon
Every city above you all, every..., every bullet from a gun
It's written in the palms, in the palms of the Holy One
Every city above you all, every..., every bullet from a gun
It's written in the palms, in the palms of the Holy One
Trees don't speak, but they speak to each other
Of the people long ago.
When the soldiers came and took away the villages one by one
And the fury of that moment they felt
But could only silently look above.
There is a mansion sideways where sheep are crazy...
Sheep don't speak, but they speak to each other
Of a killing long ago
When the people came and sacrificed their children to the sun
And the fury of the moment they felt,
but could only silently look above
There is a hill near Jerusalem that wild flowers grow upon
Flowers don't speak, but they speak to each other of a crucifixion
Guess because he said he was the son of God
And the fury of the moment they felt they could only silently look upon
Every city above you all, every..., every bullet from a gun
It's written in the palms, in the palms of the Holy One
Every city above you all, every..., every bullet from a gun
It's written in the palms, in the palms of the Holy One