From the recording my roots
Chorus: I give, I give, I give to you branches,
I give, I give, I give to you fruits.
I give, I give, I give to you wood,
I give, I give, I give, I give, I give to you my roots.
Verse 1 I’m living the giving tree I’m examples of my roots. I’m pulp and fleshy, sappy and messy, but it is there where I speak my truths yeah; it is there where I speak my truths. Oppression under the canopy of trees much taller than me makes for shady deals and blocks the light that yields growth. (Chorus)
Verse 2 Leave me not a burning log untempered. Leave me not with any nourishment for winter. But take stock in my branches that they’ll reach the warm sun yeah, and bare for you fruits so sweetly and fun. Take stock that I’m solid and nurtured by the phloem and consciously changed yeah, each year that I’m growing. (Chorus)
Verse 3 A tree can grow for hundreds of years, but my love for you grows with each passing year. Each year is a ring that marks my center, like an archive of our story – I breathe and remember. (Chorus)