Make Another Tree

Bless me, Lord
I'm only after what you promised me
So break me, Lord
And with the pieces make another tree
Make another tree

He spoke to me
He spoke to me
He said

Take only that which you can carry on your back
Just leave the children in the yard
In time they'll gladly turn to dust

Let me lay here in the grass
All eternity
Let the wind and rain consume me
Then I will be free
I will be free

I want it now
I want it now
So

Take only that which you can carry on your back
Just leave the children in the yard
In time they'll gladly turn to dust

And if they handed me the gold
I'd slap it from their hands
Then I'd kiss and mourn the sheep
That can't understand
They won't understand

Bless me, Lord
I'm only after what you promised me
So break me, Lord
And with the pieces make another tree
Make another tree
Make another tree