The Hill-top Tree
I plant a tree on top of the hill
and there it stood still
I water it with my tears
and it kept blooming throughout the year
and now it is spreading it’s branches everywhere
and its trunks is parachuting into the sky
but its main root is getting dry
cause no more tears are left in my eyes
the hill top tree has a short destiny
its fibrous roots are withering
and the people cannot sing.
meet me at the hill top tree
I have an important message for thee
Gather the team and come
before the mid-night hour is done
The cuts are deep and everyone is
loosing precious sleep for the
tree root runs deep in the ground
and suspicions are swelling around
You have to hold onto democracy
before it dies, get aboard the mid-night train
and your life will never be the same
the heart is were good deeds grow
and from the abundance of the heart
your emotion flows
meet me on top of the hill
I just want to sing.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2025
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