Вершы: The Steeldrivers. Sticks That Made Thunder.

My roots are deeper than the bones the others
my colors they change with the sun
my branches we?re higher than anything on the hillside
on the day that I watched them all come


Some wear the color of the sky in the winter
some we?re as blue as the night
they came like a storm with the light of the morn
and they fell thru the whole day and night


Colors flew high and they danced in the sky
as I watched them come over the hill
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder
such a great number lay still


When the light came again there was death on the wind
as the buzzards made way for the worms
and the little white trees that don?t bend in the breeze
for the ones that will never return


The colors flew high and they danced in the sky
as I watched them come over the hill
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder
such a great number lay still


Those that have fallen they come when I call them
and answer the best that they can
but all they can see is what they used to be
and that?s all that they understand


The colors flew high and they danced in the sky
as I watched them come over the hill
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder
such a great number lay still


Colors flew high and they danced in the sky
as I watched them come over the hill
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder
such a great number lay still