Lyrics:
Child Of Tree

Little child of mine You'll be lovin' like your little mother did Heard it somewhere before I won't leave you, no not like my father did Heavy country

Translation: Taken By Trees. Sweet Child O' Mine.

Touch pon di ends And a incense, herbs and oils Scrapbook newspaper Clippings and files A view of di countryside Remind me of nine miles Where di trees

With a bottle of rage And a family like the mafia If my family tree goes back to the Romans Then I will change my name to Jones If my family tree goes

Touch pon di ends And a incense, herbs and oils Scrapbook newspaper Clippings and files A view of di countryside Remind me of nine miles Where di trees

land Myrtle Park, Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand And still I grew some how I knew the sun will shine through And touch my soul take hold of my hand Look man a tree

like the finer things or you a simple woman Would you drink with a n-gga, do you smoke weed Don't be ashamed, it aint no thing, I used to blow trees Gettin

Look at the sad goodbyes Everyday's a killing time Sun coming up outside No men are born this time Saturday's child stays home Nothing to say so long

yourself. Take only what you need from it. A family of trees wantin', To be haunted. Control yourself. Take only what you need from it. A family of trees