Sticks That Made Thunder - The SteelDrivers

My roots are deeper than the bones the others

My colors they change with the sun

My branches we’re higher than anything on the hillside

On the day that I watched them all come

Some were the color of the sky in the winter

Some were as blue as the night

They came like a storm with the light of the morn

And they fell thru the whole day and night

Colors flew high and they danced in the sky

As I watched them come over the hill

Then to my wonder sticks that made thunder

Such a great number lay still

When the light came again there was death on the wind

As the buzzards made way for the worms

And the little white trees that don’t bend in the breeze

For the ones that will never return

The colors flew high and they danced in the sky

As I watched them come over the hill

Then to my wonder sticks that made thunder

Such a great number lay still

Those that have fallen they come when I call them

And answer the best that they can

But all they can see is what they used to be

And that’s all that they understand

The colors flew high and they danced in the sky

As I watched them come over the hill

Then to my wonder sticks that made thunder

Such a great number lay still

Colors flew high and they danced in the sky

As I watched them come over the hill

Then to my wonder sticks that made thunder