The Arborist

This walk through life is harder than it used to be

Scorching weeds to keep them from growing

The acid soil, pulling up roots, relocate

To a garden bed that's fertile and free

But watch what you're stepping on

And who veils the light

Well there's always a weasel or two and the

Snake's out at night, but I'll

Turn towards the sun

Feel so at ease, and I beg your pardon

Roam, but never run

Ditch old routines or the heart will harden

Once they stood battered and bruised with hell below

With witches broom it's time to fell

The autumn wind blows with a sign of what's to come

Rake those leaves and draw the blinds

You've always been what you're becoming and I

Can't bear to watch, so I'll

Turn towards the sun

Feel so at ease, and I beg your pardon

Roam, but never run

Ditch old routines or the heart will harden

Babe, if we were strolling

Through the memories

You can't pollinate the good ones

Or somehow pull the bad

We set them up, and watch them fall away, fall away!

So I turn towards the sun

Feel so at ease, and I beg your pardon

Roam, but never run

Ditch old routines or the heart will harden

Hey, without ever knowing you

We were hand in hand

Sewing seeds of future

So many plans were made

We set them up, now watch them fall away

Babe, if we were strolling

Through the memories

You can't pollinate the good ones

Or somehow pull the bad

We set them up, and watch them fall away, fall away!