This was early in winter
When your sunflowers died
I can hardly remember
Get inside
I watched you from the window (I watched you from the window)
Fingers pressed to the roof (Fingers pressed to the roof)
Soil as black as a widow (Soil as black as a)
Nothing grew, nothing grew
I fell into the water (Fell in water)
And the dirt stung my eyes (And the dirt stung)
And I raised them in wonder (And I raised them)
Fireflies, nothing dies
Buried under earth
All our living worth
How I long to be
Blooming from your tree
(Hmmm, nothing dies)
(Hmmm, nothing dies)
(Hmmm, nothing dies)
(Hmmm, nothing dies)
Your Tree was written by Anjimile Chithambo.
Your Tree was produced by Justine Bowe & Gabe Goodman.
For American Songwriter, Anjimile said:
This one is based on a true story, although the details feel blurry to me. I remember my mother taking up gardening when I was very young. I remember her planting flowers. I remember that a frost came in early spring and killed the flowers. I think it snowed...