Marcus Foster Old Birch Tree lyrics

I will tell all the crooked worms in my grave
To save the eyes, save the eyes
And I will cover all the winding paths on which you pave
Fallen skies, fallen skies

And if I tie up my troubles to the old birch tree
And if I don't chop it down, don't chop it down

And I will throw all the stones in the shore at the restless sea
Till it's dry, till it's dry

And I will let all the hundred faces in the street
Pass me by, pass my by

And if you wanna sell away your sorrows
Then save some for me
I will keep them from growing in the ground


And if I tie up my troubles to the old birch tree
And if I don't chop it down, don't chop it down

And if you wanna sell away your sorrows
Then save some for me
I will keep them from growing in the ground

And if I tie up my troubles to the old birch tree
And if I don't chop it down, don't chop it down

And if I tie up my troubles to the old birch tree
And if I don't chop it down, don't chop it down