Fruit Tree
Fame is but a fruit treeSo very unsound.It can never flourishTill its stock is in the ground.So men of fameCan never find a wayTill time has flownFar from their dying day.Forgotten while you're hereRemembered for a whileA much updated ruinFrom a much outdated style.
Life is but a memoryHappened long ago.Theatre full of sadnessFor a long forgotten show.Seems so easyJust to let it go on byTill you stop and wonderWhy you never wondered why.
Safe in the wombOf an everlasting nightYou find the darkness canGive the brightest light.Safe in your place deep in the earthThat's when they'll know what you were really worth.Forgotten while you're hereRemembered for a whileA much updated ruinFrom a much outdated style.
Fame is but a fruit treeSo very unsound.It can never flourishTill its stock is in the ground.So men of fameCan never find a wayTill time has flownFar from their dying day.
Fruit tree, fruit treeNo-one knows you but the rain and the air.Don't you worryThey'll stand and stare when you're gone.
Fruit tree, fruit treeOpen your eyes to another year.They'll all knowThat you were here when you're gone.