SHAKE OUR TREE

[minaxus]

That bird's ready I know, he's tired of being alone, he's working all morning long, building himself a home. Take that finch when he sings, to his mate by his wing and if you listen real close , you may even hear them say:

"Will our love ever end?"
"Oh no."
"Will you stop being my best friend?"
"Oh no."
"Will you speak harsh words to me?"
"Oh no."

Singing the story of love in the leaves.

Before the winter takes hold, and the figs all dry up cold, the birds all meet in that tree, and confess love's what they need. They form lines on the limbs, and sing one of love's true hymns. If you listen real close, you can even hear them say:

"Will you ever not treat me right?"
"Oh no."
"Are you ever gonna hold me down?"
"Oh no."
"Will you get tired of holding me tight?"
"Oh no."

Looks like the story of love grows all right.

"Will our love ever end?"
"Oh no."
"Will you let the cold shake our tree?"
"Oh no."
"Will you stop being my best friend?"
"Oh no."

Looks like the story of love never ends.