Witness Trees

To be alone for a time, for a long time
 On a road between contentments
 Witness trees in a line, in a long line
 Witness my resentments
 Every petty little thought of mine
 Where do you go, my darling?
 When you do not sing
 Where do you go?
 And you've been told
 The streaks of gold
 In your hair mean nothing
 Oh no, not so
 To be afraid for a time, for a long time
 There's no angel watching
 I see a sign in the breeze
 In the wind, in the trees
 In the skies over Austin
 Where do you go, my darling?
 When you do not sing
 Where do you go?
 And you've been told
 The streaks of gold
 In your hair mean nothing
 Oh no, not so
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 Where do you go, my darling?
 When you do not sing
 Where do you go?
 And you've been told
 The streaks of gold
 In your hair mean nothing
 Oh no, not so