From the recording Simple Things
Lyrics
Simple things always make me feel I’m home
Nature’s confetti as the clouds put on their show
Delicate, intricate, celibate
Flakes of white, white snow
Empty branches dancing naked in the cold
Hundreds connected by the deepest roots below
Symmetry, gallantry, poetry
In this wise, wise oak
Simple things always make me feel
Clarity, enormity, ambiguity of what is, and what might be
In this wide, wide hope