E F# You are nothing but a piece of driftwood A B E But I can feel the pain and misery F# And in this rut Iʼm stuck with roots a-pining A B E But Iʼm not a man so I must be a tree E I canʼt be real, yes I must be a tree F#m B E I bloom my spring then comes the fall that withers me E And through this cold Iʼm dormant ʼtil you call on me F#m D E Thatʼs why I know that I must be a tree E F# Every month you mate our need gets bigger A B E My heart has hardened like a knot of wood E F# And things wonʼt be so shady for you anymore A B E Someday this tree will branch out towards the other wood E I canʼt be real, no I must be a tree F#m B E I bloom my spring then comes the fall that withers me E And through this cold Iʼm dormant ʼtil you call on me F#m D E Thatʼs why I know that I must be a tree
