Make Another Tree

Bless me, Lord
I'm only after what you promised me
So break me, Lord, and with the pieces make another tree
Make another tree
He spoke to me
He spoke to me
He said, "Take only that which you can carry on your back
Just leave the children in the yard and in time,
they'll gladly turn to dust."

Let me lay hear in the grass
All eternity
Let the wind and brain consume me
Then I will be free
I will be free
I want it now
I want it now
So, "Take only that which you can carry on your back
Just leave the children and in time,
they'll gladly turn to dust."
And if they handed me the gold,
I'd slap it from their hands
Then I'd kiss and mourn the sheep
That can't understand
They won't understand

Bless me, Lord
I'm only after what you promised me
So break me lord and with the pieces make another tree
Make another tree
Make another tree