Ten Day Forecast - Crying Tree

Crying tree, don't cry for me
All the little birds you've raised have flown out from their nest
Even though it hurts, you know that it's for the best
You just watch them fly
You just watch them fly

Crying tree with autumn leaves, don't let the birdies hear you weep.
Calling out, your voice will crack: The little birds aren't coming back
They are all grown up, it's time to run
They are all grown up, let's have some fun

Real people come and real people go away!
That's how we learn these days
And real people come and real people go away!
That's how we grew today

Crying tree, you're losing sleep
Tossing turning-won't you please
Just close your eyes and try to find
The little birds who run your mind?
You can't keep them young
You can't keep us young!

Ya ba da da, ya ba da!
Ya ba da da, ya ba da!
Ya ba dai dai, ya ba dai!
Ya ba dai dai, ya ba dai!
Ya ba dai dai, ya ba dai dai, yai!

Crying tree, it's killing me
Why won't the birdies set you free?
All good things must come to an end
This good thing must come to an end

1, 2, 3, 4!
Real people come and real people go away!
That's how we learn these days
And real people come and real people go away!
That's how we grew today

People come and people go away
It sometimes sucks, we do it anyway
And even when the little birds all go their separate ways
You'll see, they'll be okay

Birdless trees, December breeze
Been seven months since they left me
I've found through starless midnight walks
And painful sips of bubble talks
I am learning how to carry on
Hopefully, one day, they'll hear this song

And the birds are gone
And the birds are gone
And the birds are gone
And the birds are gone
And the birds are gone
And the birds are gone
And the birds are gone
And the birds are gone
And the birds are gone
And the birds are gone

Written by:
Bryce Stephens

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