Chrysocoma by Cathy Davey Lyrics
He came to me dappled in sunlight
I bloomed beneath his stare
Patiently, I waited all the night
To be with him again
The whole spring we were never apart
He lay underneath my limbs
He said I had the biggest heart
Won’t you let me crawl right in
And then he whispered through my leaves
Darling, you’re my favourite tree
Won’t you save your love for me
Til I return from the city
And now I’m nothing but a chrysocoma
I cry some morе
Chrysocoma
For love that’s over
And evеr year he would return
To read me haiku poetry
I let him hang from my lowest branches
Little daydreamer kicking his feet
Then I grew up my colour is faded
My leaves start falling down
What used to be a waterfall was now
A great big puddle of brown
And then he whispered through my leaves
Darling, you know that you’re my favourite tree
Oh, but every year I watch you grow
It's another the year
You grow old
And now I’m nothing but a chrysocoma
I cry some more
I cry all summer for a love that’s over
I cry for all the tears I shed
Chrysocoma, oh how I wish I was dead
I was dead…
Then I saw him one last time
A chainsaw in his hands
He looked at me with the palest blue eyes
I bloomed beneath his stare
Patiently, I waited all the night
To be with him again
The whole spring we were never apart
He lay underneath my limbs
He said I had the biggest heart
Won’t you let me crawl right in
And then he whispered through my leaves
Darling, you’re my favourite tree
Won’t you save your love for me
Til I return from the city
And now I’m nothing but a chrysocoma
I cry some morе
Chrysocoma
For love that’s over
And evеr year he would return
To read me haiku poetry
I let him hang from my lowest branches
Little daydreamer kicking his feet
Then I grew up my colour is faded
My leaves start falling down
What used to be a waterfall was now
A great big puddle of brown
And then he whispered through my leaves
Darling, you know that you’re my favourite tree
Oh, but every year I watch you grow
It's another the year
You grow old
And now I’m nothing but a chrysocoma
I cry some more
I cry all summer for a love that’s over
I cry for all the tears I shed
Chrysocoma, oh how I wish I was dead
I was dead…
Then I saw him one last time
A chainsaw in his hands
He looked at me with the palest blue eyes