Letras:
Albert Lee

There is a tree on allenford I drive by it each day on my way to and from work And there are always flowers left there each day Left for a child who died

There is a tree on allenford I drive by it each day on my way to and from work And there are always flowers left there each day Left for a child who died

Tradução: Rickie Lee Jones. Un árbol en Allenford.

Tradução: Rickie Lee Jones. Lenguaje secreto de los árboles.

Now the birds speak in secret rhythms and the trees bark in secret sounds and the people rush in secret thought and they push the thoughts into the shape

Now the birds speak in secret rhythms and the trees bark in secret sounds and the people rush in secret thought and they push the thoughts into the shape