A TREE TOO WEAK TO STAND
Gordon LIghtfoot 
1975
album: Cold On The Shoulder

Gordon Lightfoot


I see a place where candles burn
 And lovers rest tonight. 
The hollow sound inside me now
 Keeps telling me to write.

 But songs of love will never leave
 Love's feelings undefiled.
 The tide has turned, the waves roll in 
The waters fill my eyes.

The price of lust has risen till the ceiling will not stand 
The tears I shed were not in shame, the world was in my hands 
If trust was just a simple thing then trusting I would be
 But deep within my soul I know it's better to be free.

The days fly by, the waves roll in, but freedom has not come
 I fear my faith will soon give out, my senses come undone
 My role is played, the demon dogs come stealing o'er the land 
And foolish I would climb once more a tree too weak to stand.

(bridge)

I see a place where candles burn and lovers rest tonight 
The hollow sound inside me now keeps telling me to write
 But songs of love should not be sung where staying is not planned
 And foolish I would climb once more a tree too weak to stand. 
And foolish I would climb once more a tree too weak to stand.



(Transcribed by David Story - January 2013)