I Must Be a Tree Songtext
von Gene Parsons

You are nothing but a piece of driftwood
But I can feel the pain and misery
And in this rut I′m stuck with roots a-pining
But I'm not a man so I must be a tree
I can′t be real, yes I must be a tree
I bloom my spring then comes the fall that withers me
And through this cold I'm dormant 'til you call on me
That′s why I know that I must be a tree Every month you mate our need gets bigger
My heart has hardened like a knot of wood
And things won′t be so shady for you anymore
Someday this tree will branch out towards the other wood
I can't be real, no I must be a tree
I bloom my spring then comes the fall that withers me
And through this cold I′m dormant 'til you call on me
That′s why I know that I must be a tree