The Dream Tree

Lo how the dream tree is sighing and shaking Pretty dreams fall down on thee Oh how my poor heart is crying and aching Longing for one who is longing for me I'll sit at home with a light in the window Back to the fire and eyes to, the sea I'll sit at home with my hand on the cradle Rocking the love he has given to me Long are the hours and long is the waiting Many the candle to stand and be burned Women of whalers and women of sailors Soon learn the meaning of worry and yearn Women sing their songs of Safe returning for their men Let him only, one day, some day Touch my hair again Lo how the dream tree is sighing and shaking Pretty dreams fall down on thee Oh how my poor heart is crying and aching Longing for one who is longing for me --- The Dream Tree - Buffy Sainte-Marie