Scott Reeder The Silver Tree
From the valley, towering over me
there´s a mountain that i´ve never seen
as the sun sets in it´s shadow
there´s an old man by a silver tree
How can I understand
or believe in the world I see?
hold my hand while i dream
in this land where you´ll never be
When I go there, he won´t speak to me
but he hands me a withered note to read
on the far side there´s a fire
bring an ember and burn the silver tree
Now that I understand
what´s to come of the world I see
hold my hand while I dream
in this land where you´ll never be
