Today, we returned
To the place you were born
In a little red house
Hidden under the boughs
Down a road
You have to know
To find
On the day you died
The air was so sweet
With the blood of the tree
Rising up from below
In a fall of old snow
Inside was a man
Who kept alive a fire
"The wood is wet
Can't get it hot
And they just won't run
They're all out of sap
When it's time, she turns the tap
And that's it, we're done"
But we drove for miles
And we didn't care
That this season was meager
Compared to last year
Coz the water that bore you
In the snow and the steam
In the air and the earth
It was singing to me
Of the love that renews
And the life that returns
When the water will flow
And the wet wood will burn
And the blood will rise up
Through the roots in the ground
And the man will distill
All the sweetness still found
In the forest I first
Ran my hands
Through your hair
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