They
keep coming for me in my sleep,
Through willow bough and the
waters deep,
They hear me crying,
Hear me weep,
And come
acalling as I sleep.
They
used to watch out over the water,
With beady eyes that never
falter,
And gnarled grey hands that do not alter.
There the
Mother,
There its Vater,
With beady eyes they watch the water.
In
pretty colours that I've seen,
I've seen purple,
I've seen
green,
As they press close, ever so keen,
To see me choke and
watch me dream.
In
red, in purple,
Gray with laughter,
In blue, in yellow,
Gay
hereafter.
I feel them tearing at my roots.
I feel the cutting
of their boots.
Oh
little creatures, leave me be!
Don't disturb a lonely tree.
Don't
you laugh and tear at me.
In this lake there's only me,
Alone
on an isle, all at sea,
But if you come and tear at me,
Then
here I will no longer be.
And there will be no lonely tree,
Alone
on my lake, all at sea.