When The River Takes A Tree © Copyright George Papavgeris, May 2002 When you open your eyes to foreign skies What is it you hope to see? The places that you knew so well Are only a memory. No matter how many wonders you see, No matter how much you learn, You know there's somewhere a cypress tree You'll never see again. When you look at people on foreign streets What is it you hope to find? The faces that you knew so well You left them all behind. No matter how many letters you write And say that you hold them dear Yet bitter like cypress fruit will taste The poison of their tears. When you smell the breeze of foreign seas What memories you hope to find? The smells of home you knew so well Are scattered in the wind. No matter how many flowers you try And perfumes with fancy names The smell of a cypress in summer haze No label can proclaim. When you listen to sounds of foreign lands What is it you hope to hear? The lullabies you knew so well Will never reach your ears. No matter how many songs you learn No matter how many refrains The song of a cypress in autumn wind No music can contain. And in the comfort of strangers' arms What is it you hope to feel? The love you once had in your hands You carelessly let it spill. No matter how many times you pretend That you don't care at all The hand you held 'neath the cypress tree Now other hands will hold. So when you lie on the deck at night And try to find your star Don't be surprised if you don't recognise it 'cause like you, it is too far. No plough for you, no factory No sweeping someone's floor; Just sea and a picture of a cypress tree Inside your locker door. CHORUS But when you turned your back to the shore, Your whole world in your sack, You should have known that fateful morn That you can never go back. For when you taste the world out there It's like the forbidden fruit. And when the river takes a tree, It has to find new roots. |
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