Paroles de The Alder Trees

I can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and low The alder trees were listening to songs been sung before My friend and I collecting skeletons of leaves Making tiny piles, oh, and sifting through the weeds Wind blows the tiny green, tiny green Wind blows the tiny green, helicopter seeds Wind blows the tiny green, tiny green Wind blows the tiny green, helicopter seeds Oh, wandering in days unfolding With hats fashioned of mud and snake skin Oh, wandering in days unfolding With hats fashioned of mud and snake skin Of mud and snake skin As I think about the ladies who weren't allowed to sing Sewing all their pretty rows of thread instead of singing And what about the black braided sisters of Mariee? Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com We sat upon their grinding rock as children used to be Beneath the knotted pine, knotted pine Beneath the knotted pine at the garden's edge Beneath the knotted pine, knotted pine Beneath the knotted pine at the garden's edge Oh, laughing, little girls clapping Ghosts weaving our hair to baskets Oh, laughing, little girls clapping And ghosts weaving our hair to baskets Our hair to baskets I can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and low The alder trees were listening to songs been sung before My friend and I collecting skeletons of leaves Making tiny piles, oh, and sifting through the weeds Making tiny piles, oh, and sifting through the weeds