Written by Tonya Donelly
[Note: The term ‘feed the tree’ is a euphemism for being dead.]
This old man I’ve talked about
Broke his own heart, poured it in the ground
Big red tree grew up and out
Throws up it’s leaves, spins round and round
I know all this and more
So take your hat off when you’re talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree
This little squirrel I used to be
Slammed her bike down the stairs
They put silver where her teeth had been
Baby Silvertooth she grins and grins
I know all this and more
So take your hat off boy when you’re talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree
Take your hat off boy when you’re talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree
This old man I used to be
Spins around, around, around the tree
Silver baby come to me
I’ll only hurt you in my dreams
I know all this and,
I know all this and, I know all this and more
So take your hat off boy when you’re talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree
Take your hat off when you’re talking to me
And be there when I feed the tree
[Transcribed by Corvus (JPS)]