Beneath the Lindens

I draw the outline of a tree and I see memories of me As a young girl in a small town, underneath the Linden trees I drew pictures, I wrote poems, I spent all my time alone 'Neath the Lindens in the graveyard, close by my mother's home Well my voice it had a closed door, there was a closed door to my heart I liked the quiet of my own time, liked the view from far apart But you saw me in the shadows, and you brought me to the light And I listened as you taught me all the new things I could like There were flowers on the graves There were lost and there were saved There were days upon endless days Beneath the Lindens I found clarity and strength in the pages I would write And I found I had my own thoughts, that yours weren't always mine So I went back to the shadows of a winter in my home And you watched my every move from behind the grave stone Well, you fought to keep me with you, and I fought to stay alone And though my childhood was ending, I wasn't ready to let it go Bees in springtime look for nectar, how the sweetness fills the well Leaves you empty when it's gone, 'til you find it in yourself And there were flowers on the graves There were lost and there were saved There were days upon endless days Beneath the Lindens There were flowers on the graves There were lost and there were saved There were days upon endless days Beneath the Lindens