Il testo della All the trees of the field will clap their hands

If i am alive this time next year
Will i have arrived in time to share?
And mine is about as good this far
And i'm still applied to what you are

And i am joining all my thoughts to you
And i'm preparing every part for you

And i heard from the trees a great parade
And i heard from the hills a band was made
And will i be invited to the sound?
And will i be a part of what you've made?

And i am throwing all my thoughts away
And i'm destroying every bet i've made
And i am joining all my thoughts to you
And i'm preparing every part for you