The Giving Tree
All the leaves on the Giving Tree have fallenNo shade to crawl in underneathI've got scars from a pocket knifeWhere you carved your heart into me
If all you wanted was loveWhy would you use me upCut me down, build a boat, and sail awayWhen all I wanted to be was your giving treeSettle down, build a home, and make you happy?
I lie in the dead of night and I wonderWhose covers you're betweenAnd it's sad laying in his bedYou feel hollow, so you crawl home back to me
If all you wanted was loveWhy would you use me upCut me down, build a boat, and sail awayWhen all I wanted to be was your giving treeSettle down, build a home, and make you happy?
Well, I see a trail that startsA line of broken hearts behind youThat lead you back to meThe once sad and lonely foolWith nothing left but roots to show, oh
If all you wanted was loveWhy would you use me upCut me down, build a boat, and sail awayWhen all I wanted to be was your giving treeSettle down, build a home, and make you happy?Settle down, build a home, and make you happy?