I was born on the shore of Lake Erie
Seven pounds in nature's hands
My mother told me never to be caught
With more than I could hold in my two arms
I was gone in the wind
The second I was old enough to walk
I made crowns out of flowers
And dug down to the earth's fire core
I run along the lands
That open up my heart to more
And I change again
Into the iron horse
I can't believe
That they'd cut down all the trees
But they never did belong to me
They never did belong to me
I came after they left the scene
To count the rings of age
Alone for the first time
It was only the trees that ever knew my name
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 1:14 PM UTC
I was born on the shore of Lake Erie
Seven pounds in nature's hands
My mother told me never to be caught
With more than I could hold in my two arms
I was gone in the wind
The second I was old enough to walk
I made crowns out of flowers
And dug down to the earth's fire core
I run along the lands
That open up my heart to more
And I change again
Into the iron horse
I can't believe
That they'd cut down all the trees
But they never did belong to me
They never did belong to me
I came after they left the scene
To count the rings of age
Alone for the first time
It was only the trees that ever knew my name
