Under Branches

Where did the man go?
Where is the hero?
He'd like to see you

Under branches, looking into a stream
An ordinary day

And the leaves seem to fall upside down
They're making a crown
For the man who wishes to stay
Even though he is afraid

Overlooking just what he is looking for
An ordinary day

And the sun seems to say "Welcome home
You don't have to roam anymore"

Under branches, looking into a stream
Glorious Heavens! It's a swallow

Now, that I'm certain
There's no one to blame
Now, that I'm certain
I am ashamed

I could never tell if I loved her
There was always more than another
Every day I tried to arrest her
Thought I was a cop, not a jester

It doesn't matter
Whether I'm right or wrong
Begging your pardon
I'll set ya free, so long

Can I look at your beauty?
Can I look at your beauty?
Can I look at your beauty
As deep as I can see?
As deep as that may be?