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Alela Diane
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The Alder Trees
I can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and low The alder trees were listening to songs been sung before My friend and I collecting skeletons of leaves Making tiny piles oh and sifting through the weeds
Wind blows the tiny green Tiny green Wind blows the tiny green Helicopter seeds Wind blows the tiny green Tiny green Wind blows the tiny green Helicopter seeds
Oh wandering in days unfolding with hats fashioned of mud and snakeskin Oh wandering in days unfolding with hats fashioned of mud and snakeskin Of mud and snake-skin
As I think about the ladies who weren't allowed to sing Sewing all their pretty rows of thread instead of singing And what about the black braided sisters of Mariee We sat upon their grinding rock as children used to be Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Beneath the knotted pine Knotted pine Beneath the knotted pine At the garden's edge Beneath the knotted pine Knotted pine Beneath the knotted pine At the garden's edge
Oh laughing little girls clapping Ghosts weaving our hair to baskets And ghosts weaving our hair to baskets Oh laughing little girls clapping And ghosts weaving our hair to baskets Our hair to baskets
I can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and low The alder trees were listening to songs been sung before My friend and I collecting skeletons of leaves Making tiny piles oh and sifting through the weeds Making tiny piles oh and sifting through the weeds
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