While the world's, half asleep
Hear the trees, gently whispering
In languages, long unheared
Ancient, words, speak of long ago
Trees, they dream, in algebra
of brighter days, I never saw
Come closer, the breaking dawn
will always be a part of you and I
Underneath, brighter skies
Memorise, all the things we find
How carelessly, infantile
We deny, words they left behind
Trees, they dream, in algebra
of brighter days, I never saw
Come closer, the breaking dawn
will always be a part of you and I
Hear the trees, gently whispering
In languages, long unheared
Ancient, words, speak of long ago
Trees, they dream, in algebra
of brighter days, I never saw
Come closer, the breaking dawn
will always be a part of you and I
Underneath, brighter skies
Memorise, all the things we find
How carelessly, infantile
We deny, words they left behind
Trees, they dream, in algebra
of brighter days, I never saw
Come closer, the breaking dawn
will always be a part of you and I