Lyrics Witness Trees - Henry Jamison

Witness Trees

To be alone for a time, for a long time
On a road between contentments
Witness trees in a line, in a long line
Witness my resentments
Every petty little thought of mine
Where do you go, my darling?
When you do not sing
Where do you go?
And you’ve been told
The streaks of gold
In your hair mean nothing
Oh no, not so
To be afraid for a time, for long time
That there’s no angel watching
I see a sign in the breeze
In the wind in the trees
In the skies over Austin
Where do you go, my darling?
When you do not sing
Where do you go?
And you’ve been told
The streaks of gold
In your hair mean nothing
Oh no, not so
Where do you go, my darling?
When you do not sing
Where do you go?
And you’ve been told
The streaks of gold
In your hair mean nothing
Oh no, not so