笨小笨Sorrow of the Tree歌词由Didjelirium演唱，出自专辑《Soldier of Positivity (Explicit)》，下面是《Sorrow of the Tree》完整版歌词！
Sorrow of the Tree歌词完整版
Once upon a time
I was lost in a distant country
And as I walked through the woods
I came across a thousand year old tree
As I was resting on its root
Crying over times i've failed
A leaf felt on my boot
So I lifted up my head
And I heard a voice
Softer than a shiver
Here's what it said
Over and over
While the seeds,busy, grow
And the rivers, steady, flow
It is a day, a fine day, a perfect day
To die
While the bees store their pollen
Before the last leaf has fallen
It is a day, a fine day, a perfect day
To die
So I asked
Hey, you
Mister almighty tree!
I found it ironic
You're singing such a melody
Cos you have so much more time than me
I think you should feel sorry for me
But it did not reply
Though I kept asking
Naught but this lullaby
Around me frisking
So I sat down with a sigh
Cos I'm multi-tasking
And I slowly started singing
While the seeds, busy, grow
And the rivers, steady, flow
It is a day, a fine day, a perfect day
To die
While the bees store their pollen
Before the last leaf has fallen
It is a day, a fine day, a perfect day
To die
So I spent years by the side of this tree
Singing for it as much as it'was singing for me
And each and every day when I'm rising, I'm rising
This song is there and never cease to be hypnotizing
Til that one time I woke up to a silent hill
The tree was still there but then deep down I could feel
Something so foolish yet so tantalizing
Then it said yes!
But no false advertising
You haffi know
This nice-looking place used to be a swamp
And I used to be so small
We can exchange place if you want
But do you know what it's like to stand tall
Cos I see you crying all over dust
Wishing for a better end
I know you won't make it til the next dusk
If you don't understand
While the seeds,busy, grow
And the rivers, steady, flow
It is a day, a fine day, a perfect day
To die
While the bees store their pollen
Before the last leaf has fallen
It is a day, a fine day, a perfect day
To die
While the seeds,busy, grow
And the rivers, steady, flow
It is a day, a fine day, a perfect day
To die
While the bees store their pollen
Before the last leaf has fallen
It is a day, a fine day, a perfect day
To die
