Don’t Cut Down The Trees

Little hands in the backyard dirt

Name carved small in the old birch bark

Grandma’s swing on a crooked branch

Whole world hung in that half-yard

Do you remember

Where you learned to dream

It was roots and rings and shade we shared

Not some distant screen

Don’t cut down the trees

That’s our past in the leaves

That’s our future in the seeds you’re holding

Every ring is a year

Every year brought us here

Can’t you feel how the whole world’s woven

So please

Don’t cut down the trees

First kiss hidden where the branches bend

Rain came down but we didn’t care

You swore you’d build me a house one day

Right there

Right there

Can you remember

What the silence meant

How the wind wrote little lullabies

Through every crack and dent

Don’t cut down the trees

That’s our past in the leaves

That’s our future in the seeds you’re holding

Every ring is a year

Every year brought us here

Can’t you feel how the whole world’s woven

So please

Don’t cut down the trees

One falls

Then another

Soon the hill looks bare

What will you tell your daughter

When there’s no shade there (oh no)

Count the cost in summers

Not just in cash and stone

What’s a house of wonder

If it stands alone

Don’t cut down the trees

That’s our past in the leaves

That’s our future in the seeds you’re holding

Every ring is a year

Every year brought us here

Can’t you feel how the whole world’s woven

So please

Don’t cut down the trees

(Please)

Don’t cut down the trees