Birch Grove

I forsee a time without me So not unlike the trees I've stood for so long So long Shading life inside the falling rain All alone, in love with age and someone Someone else Sundays come and sundays flee Sundays wed Won't you stand with me, not someone Not someone else My seedlings grow, and grow And home is whatever ground they hold Shading life inside the falling rain All alone, in love with age and someone Someone else But i've grown stronger As someone, as someone As someone else As my seedlings grow, and grow Towards someone, towards someone else The birch grove stands for us