Lyrics
Where am I, son?
Can you find me counting in the tree trunk
Where am I, son?
Can you feel me branching in your branching arm
Where am I, son?
Hidden in the wood that you were cut from and supped from
Shaped by the shaper
The grain of the paper
Where am I, son?
Don't you be foiled by the soil
Under there the body loyal
Read your poem to my bones
But see me somewhere else
Mother that plays game
Can you find me counting in the tree trunk
Where am I, son?
Can you feel me branching in your branching arm
Where am I, son?
Hidden in the wood that you were cut from and supped from
Shaped by the shaper
The grain of the paper
Where am I, son?
Don't you be foiled by the soil
Under there the body loyal
Read your poem to my bones
But see me somewhere else
Mother that plays game