A Tree Too Weak to Stand - 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 stealin' o’er land

And foolish I would climb once more a tree too weak to stand

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