All the Trees Are Hers Lyrics

all the trees are hers
and the bees
and furs
not exactly hymns
but hers

all the skies are fine
and the beasts
with spurs
not exactly wings
flutters

oh
and the nights with stars
and the cold
shudders
precise and orderly
clutters

after quite some time
we'll be who
we were
and i will certainly
trust her

cuz when the time comes to die
when the time comes to die
we'll steal the truth in itHawksley Workman - All the Trees Are Hers - http://motolyrics.com/hawksley-workman/all-the-trees-are-hers-lyrics.html
when the time comes to die
oh the dust and ... will rise
who will believe the truth in it?

all the trees are hers
tall and green
and worst
to pollinate the
cup butter

even apple trees
with reluctant
worms
can satisfy her needs
for sure

and the rhubarb burst
through the
dark rich
earth
makes the sweetest intermittent
purr

and what is fallow now
will come to
deserve
poetry's most
lovely words