It calls her name
Long before her hair had grayed
The ropes are frayed
And it seems such a shameful waste
The Figure waits
A tree that's forced her neck to hang
From trunk to seed
From limb to leaf
The fruit you see
Watch them swing
Her mother weeps
As she packs her bags to leave
She feels the need
A tree that's grown beside the sea
She used to sing
The Figure passed her the key
From trunk to seed
From limb to leaf
The fruit you see
Watch them swing