Where do your roots run, down into the ground and Into your family tree, oh wait Where do your vines grow, down beneath the dirt and Into your family tree, oh wait Hear the birds calling, resting on the branches of your family tree, oh wait Hear the rain falling, down upon the leaves of your family tree, oh wait Then the gale starts pushing and you wrap your arms around it and you hold it tight I hope it don't blow away, yeah Because I think that we've forgotten what we How special it is in my dreams, to rest beneath the shade of its leaves, yeah And then the gale starts pushing and I wrap my arms around it and I hold it tight I hope it don't blow away, yeah Because I think that we've forgotten what we How special it is in my dreams, to rest beneath the shade of its leaves