Trees Of Old

B C# F# F#m F#m E F#m Trees of old your stories they've been told F#m A E Now you have to give us room F#m E F#m Your wisdom is laid down, repacked and stored F#m A E For the next ones to come Bm A E Dear Neda your spirit rests in the clouds, we'll bring it down Bm A When we realize that we were wrong Bm A E Polish the dime, and climb, your story told is mine Bm D A Dear Neda, can you hear me up in the clouds? F#m F#m E F#m Young trees and old clouds can you save us all? F#m A E The seas are rising and my drink is getting warm F#m No heart but heat for the farmers of Mexico E F#m A E I'll keep burning cuz it's too cheap not to F#m I mean here it's still plenty cold E F#m I should know cuz it's where I keep my home A E No heart but heat for Mexico Bm I dropped the TV on my foot, A E and when the pain subsided I finally- understood Bm A What served had twisted our worlds Bm A E Looped us into a snarl and poisoned our hearts Bm D A Dear Neda, can you hear me up in the clouds? F#m E F#m Trees of old I'm too dumb to carry on F#m A E And when I'm gone, will you carve me into lumps? F#m E F#m Feed me to the next of kin, in the end trees of old you'll win F#m A E Please ask the clouds to take me in Bm A E Dear Neda your spirit rests in the clouds, we'll bring it down Bm A When we realize that we were wrong Bm A E Polish the dime, and climb, your story told is mine Bm D A Dear Neda, can you hear me up in the clouds? F#m