the dreaming tree

Standing here, the old man said to me
'Long before these crowded streets, here stood my dreaming tree'

Below it he would sit for hours at a time.
Now progress takes away what forever took to find.

Now he's falling hard, he feels the falling dark,
how he longs to be, beneath his dreaming tree.

Conquered fear to climb, a moment froze in time,
when the girl who first he kissed promised him she'd be his.

Remembered mother's words, there beneath the tree,
'no matter what the world, you'll always be my baby.'

Mommy come quick, the dreaming tree has died,
the air is growing thick, a fear he cannot hide

The dreaming tree has died.


Oh have you no pity

This thing I do

I do not deny it

All through this smile

As crooked as danger

I do not deny

I know in my mind

I would leave you now

If I had the strength to

I would leave you up

To your own devices

Will you not talk

Can you take pity

I don't ask much

But won't you speak

Please

From the start, She knew she had it made
Easy up 'til then, for sure she'd make the grade

Adorers came in hordes, to lay down in her wake
She gave it all she had, but treasures slowly fade

Now she's falling hard, she feels the fall of dark
How did this fall apart, she drinks to fill it up

A smile of sweetest flowers, wilted so and soured
Black tears stain the cheeks, that once were so admired

She thinks when she was small, there on her father's knee
how he had promised her, 'You'll always be my baby'

Daddy come quick, the dreaming tree has died,
I can't find my way home, there is no place to hide

The dreaming tree has died

Oh, if I had the strength...
Take me back...

Take me back...

Take me back...

Take me back...

Take me back...

Take me back...

Save me please...



(followed by a beautiful solo sax for 29 seconds by Leroy (God rest his soul)

Taken from the album Before These Crowded Streets by the Dave Matthews Band, about one who questions faith through the subject of death.
the dreaming tree is a perfect utopian world. Written by Stefan Lessard (bass) in mourning the death of his daughter.

a beautiful song indeed.