The Dream Tree - Buffy Sainte-Marie

Lo how the dream tree is sighing and shaking

Pretty dreams fall down on thee

Oh how my poor heart is crying and aching

Longing for one who is longing for me

I’ll sit at home with a light in the window

Back to the fire and eyes to, the sea

I’ll sit at home with my hand on the cradle

Rocking the love he has given to me

Long are the hours and long is the waiting

Many the candle to stand and be burned

Women of whalers and women of sailors

Soon learn the meaning of worry and yearn

Women sing their songs of

Safe returning for their men

Let him only, one day, some day

Touch my hair again

Lo how the dream tree is sighing and shaking

Pretty dreams fall down on thee

Oh how my poor heart is crying and aching

Longing for one who is longing for me