The wind is rising outside, the house is a trembling
The leaves are shivering
Out in the fields where we walk, the roots that support us
have built a fortress
Well we grow in the breeze like the family tree
Who's seeds were planted here
Will they rise at all in my memory?
They do

Who were they? Where are they now?
Just faces and photographs Letters and lithographs
Drunkards and fathers they were, preachers and soldiers
upon their shoulders

Well we grow in the breeze like the family tree
Who's seeds were planted here
Will they rise at all in my memory?
They do

Their houses are crumbling, the wells dried up long ago
Waters stops flowin, this tree will always grow

A wind is rising outside, the branches are swaying
children are playing
Between the earth and the sky, between the pages
they lived through the ages
They grow in the breeze, like the family tree
who's seeds are planted here
Will they rise at all in my memory?
They do