Trees

We stand waiting at the edges of your fields
We stand just waiting for the time
When the plow's bright blade will turn to rust
And the earth will heal from the vicious cut
We stand waiting at the edges of your fields

You are but the shadow of a cloud across the land
Here a moment, then you're gone again
And we will sprout from your foundations
And break the bounds between your nations
Though you build your monuments, they will not stand
Would you try to turn this whole world into dust?
Don't you know you cannot wrest the land from us?
For we are patient, we are Rome
And though we fall, our roots will grow
And you are but the slaves of your own lust

We watch you swarm and spawn
Build your cities and then move on
We will reclaim what's ours when you are gone
For you are but chaff the wind
Picks up and carries off again
And we know we are the chosen ones

We stand waiting at the edges of your fields
We stand just waiting for the time
When the plow's bright blade will turn to rust
And the earth will heal from the vicious cut
We stand waiting at the edges of your fields