E7 F# You are nothing but a piece of driftwood A B E7 But I can feel the pain and misery F# And in this rut Iʼm stuck with roots a-pining A B E7 But Iʼm not a man so I must be a tree E7 I canʼt be real, yes I must be a tree F#m B E7 I bloom my spring then comes the fall that withers me E7 And through this cold Iʼm dormant ʼtil you call on me F#m D E7 Thatʼs why I know that I must be a tree E7 F# Every month you mate our need gets bigger A B E7 My heart has hardened like a knot of wood E7 F# And things wonʼt be so shady for you anymore A B E7 Someday this tree will branch out towards the other wood E7 I canʼt be real, no I must be a tree F#m B E7 I bloom my spring then comes the fall that withers me E7 And through this cold Iʼm dormant ʼtil you call on me F#m D E7 Thatʼs why I know that I must be a tree
