Kissing Tree Songtext
von Barnaby Bright

Staring at the painting in the corner of a garden
I remember being here with you
Underneath the woven roof of latticed wood and ivy
And the hissing summer leaves
You were twelve and I thirteen
We called this place "kissing tree"

Remember how we found them, the painting of the angels
They were put out for the garbage men
With folded wings and holding hands
And in the darkened corner of a garden by the sea
We made for them a canopy of latticed wood and summer leaves

Ah, kissing tree
Ah, kissing tree


Resting in the feeling of my hands inside the earth and I see
Ghosts inside the greenery in the shifting scenery
Of dancing light upon the rising shadows on the leaves
I remember vividly the angels and the kissing tree

On the day we found them, the painting of the angels
There was broken glass along the shore from the rains the night before
In your mother′s garden as we lay upon the leaves
I was twelve and you thirteen underneath the kissing tree

Ah, kissing tree
Ah, kissing tree
Ah...

Staring at the painting in the corner of a garden
I remember being here with you
Underneath the woven roof of latticed wood and ivy
And the hissing summer leaves
I remember vividly the angels and the kissing tree