Joan Osborne The Smallest Trees
What I felt for you
In my my childhood ways
Could only be known
In a childhood's days
What I gave to you
With my childhood heart
Was a love so real
It would blow me apart
Oh the smallest trees
Hold the most beautiful birds
And the smallest mouths
Speak the most beautiful words
Why does it take so long
To get back to where we all come from
The smallest trees
Hold such beautiful birds
When you run to me
With your arms so wide
When I hold you hand
And we're side by side
When you shine the light
Of your upturned face
All my sorrows are gone
And I've found my placе
Now my days grow short
I won't get much more
And my eyеs can see
What they missed before
How a heart so young
Has a love so true
But whatever I have left
I give it all to you
Oh the smallest trees
Hold the most beautiful birds
And the smallest mouths
Speak the most beautiful words
Why does it take so long
To get back to where we all come from
Oh the smallest trees
Hold such beautiful birds
What I felt for you
In my childhood days
Could only be known
In a childhood's ways
What I gave to you
With a childhood heart
Was a love so real
It would blow me apart
Now my days grow short
I won't get much more
And my eyes can see
What they missed before
How a mind so young
Has a heart so true
But what I have left
I give it all to you
