To Build a Home

Out in the garden, where we planted the seeds

There is a tree as old as me

Branches were sewn by the color of green

Ground had arose and passed it's knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top


I climbed the tree to see the world

When the gusts came around to blow me down

I held on as tightly as you held onto me


I held on as tightly as you held o

nto me...

And, I built a home


For you


For me

Until it disappeared

From me

From you

And now, it's time

to leave

and turn to dust...

Writer(s): Philip Jonathan France, Stella Page, Patrick Watson, Jason Angus Stoddart Swinscoe Copyright: Third Side Music Inc. O.B.O. Just Isn'T Music, Patrick Watson Music, Just Isn'T Music Ltd.

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