1. Old Birch Tree Songtext
von Marcus Foster

I will tell all the crooked
worms in my grave
To save the eyes, save the eyes
And I will cover all the winding
paths on which you pave
Fallen skies, fallen skies

And if I tie up my troubles to the old birch tree
And if I don′t chop it down,
don't chop it down

And I will throw all the stones
in the shore at the restless sea
Till it′s dry, till it's dry

And I will let all the hundred
faces in the street
Pass me by, pass my by


And if you wanna sell away your sorrows
Then save some for me
I will keep them from growing in the ground

And if I tie up my troubles
to the old birch tree
And if I don't chop it down,
don′t chop it down

And if you wanna sell away your sorrows
Then save some for me
I will keep them from growing in the ground

And if I tie up my troubles
to the old birch tree
And if I don′t chop it down,
don't chop it down

And if I tie up my troubles
to the old birch tree
And if I don′t chop it down,
don't chop it down