The wind is rising outside, the house is a trembling

The leaves are shivering

Out in the fields where we walk, the roots that support us

Have built a fortress

Well we grow in the breeze like the family tree

Who's seeds were planted here

Will they rise at all in my memory?

They do



Who were they? Where are they now?

Just faces and photographs Letters and lithographs

Drunkards and fathers they were, preachers and soldiers

Upon their shoulders



Well we grow in the breeze like the family tree

Who's seeds were planted here

Will they rise at all in my memory?

They do



Their houses are crumbling, the wells dried up long ago

Waters stops flowin, this tree will always grow



A wind is rising outside, the branches are swaying

Children are playing

Between the earth and the sky, between the pages

They lived through the ages

They grow in the breeze, like the family tree

Who's seeds are planted here

Will they rise at all in my memory?

They do

Writer : LIDDLE, PETER / TAYLOR, MATTHEW / MILLER, SCOTT / WARREN, JON / HARVEY, WILLIAM
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BUG MUSIC