Song Lyrics

I draw the outline of a tree and I see memories of me
As a young girl in a small town, underneath the Linden trees
I drew pictures, I wrote poems, I spent all my time alone
'Neath the Lindens in the graveyard, close by my mother's home

Well my voice it had a closed door, there was a closed door to my heart
I liked the quiet of my own time, liked the view from far apart
But you saw me in the shadows, and you brought me to the light
And I listened as you taught me all the new things I could like

There were flowers on the graves
There were lost and there were saved
There were days upon endless days
Beneath the Lindens

I found clarity and strength in the pages I would write
And I found I had my own thoughts, that yours weren't always mine
So I went back to the shadows of a winter in my home
And you watched my every move from behind the grave stone

Well, you fought to keep me with you, and I fought to stay alone
And though my childhood was ending, I wasn't ready to let it go
Bees in springtime look for nectar, how the sweetness fills the well
Leaves you empty when it's gone, 'til you find it in yourself

And there were flowers on the graves
There were lost and there were saved
There were days upon endless days
Beneath the Lindens
There were flowers on the graves
There were lost and there were saved
There were days upon endless days
Beneath the Lindens

Catherine Ruth Maclellan

The duration of Beneath the Lindens is 4:41 minutes and seconds.