Behold, I tell you a mystery. We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. Corinthians 15:51-52
It's under the leaves
Oh the leaves of life
There comes children seven
And one by one they'll come to ask
What have we done to heaven
And where are the leaves
Oh the leaves of life
Who gave us protection
Who gave root and bough
To raise our vows
Why has she been forsaken
Oh mother dear,
You're a weeping tree
For your weeping, it does disarm
We've been entranced to a scarcity dance
Wellawayed by false idolatries
She asks us what we are looking for
All under the leaves of life
We are looking for shade
From Earth's retrograde
From the scorch, from the scythe, and scathe
Bright morning star arising
Day is breaking in my soul
Children go where I send thee
Where have you sent thee?
Far from the leaves of life
To tend to our dear mother's grave
And be scribes to our father's rage
Where are our dear fathers
Where are our dear mothers
Where are our dear arbours
Day is breaking in my soul
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Behold, I tell you a mystery. We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. Corinthians 15:51-52
It's under the leaves
Oh the leaves of life
There comes children seven
And one by one they'll come to ask
What have we done to heaven
And where are the leaves
Oh the leaves of life
Who gave us protection
Who gave root and bough
To raise our vows
Why has she been forsaken
Oh mother dear,
You're a weeping tree
For your weeping, it does disarm
We've been entranced to a scarcity dance
Wellawayed by false idolatries
She asks us what we are looking for
All under the leaves of life
We are looking for shade
From Earth's retrograde
From the scorch, from the scythe, and scathe
Bright morning star arising
Day is breaking in my soul
Children go where I send thee
Where have you sent thee?
Far from the leaves of life
To tend to our dear mother's grave
And be scribes to our father's rage
Where are our dear fathers
Where are our dear mothers
Where are our dear arbours
Day is breaking in my soul
It's under the leaves
Oh the leaves of life
There comes children seven
And one by one they'll come to ask
What have we done to heaven
And where are the leaves
Oh the leaves of life
Who gave us protection
Who gave root and bough
To raise our vows
Why has she been forsaken
Oh mother dear,
You're a weeping tree
For your weeping, it does disarm
We've been entranced to a scarcity dance
Wellawayed by false idolatries
She asks us what we are looking for
All under the leaves of life
We are looking for shade
From Earth's retrograde
From the scorch, from the scythe, and scathe
Bright morning star arising
Day is breaking in my soul
Children go where I send thee
Where have you sent thee?
Far from the leaves of life
To tend to our dear mother's grave
And be scribes to our father's rage
Where are our dear fathers
Where are our dear mothers
Where are our dear arbours
Day is breaking in my soul
Writer: James Keay, Samuel Lee
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management