Testo December Song

Under any hand but yours my heart won't beat
Only you can rouse me from my sleep
So I dream of fertile earth and tender breeze
And I'll keep dreaming till I am summoned back to life by your heat

I wish the gods would turn me into a tree
But keep my mind distinct, alive, and free
My trunk will thicken with ring after ring My fingertips will blossom in the spring

I'll grow branches supple and strong for you to climb
I will raise you ever closer to the sky
Beneath my shade you'll pass the time
And in the fall, you'll watch me lose my mind

My leaves will paint the ground below with red
As one by one, they tumble from my head
Till just my lonely skeleton is left
And in my bareness you will think me dead

Under any hand but yours my heart won't beat
Only you can rouse me from my sleep
So I dream of fertile earth and tender breeze And I'll keep dreaming till I'm summoned back to life by your heat