Alder Trees, The Lyrics - To Be Still - Alela Diane

I can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and low 

The alder trees were listening to songs been sung before 

My friend and I collecting skeletons of leaves 

Making tiny piles, oh, and sifting through the weeds 

Wind blows the tiny green, tiny green 

Wind blows the tiny green, helicopter seeds 

Wind blows the tiny green, tiny green 

Wind blows the tiny green, helicopter seeds 

Oh, wandering in days unfolding 

With hats fashioned of mud and snake skin 

Oh, wandering in days unfolding 

With hats fashioned of mud and snake skin 

Of mud and snake skin 

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As I think about the ladies who weren't allowed to sing 

Sewing all their pretty rows of thread instead of singing 

And what about the black braided sisters of Mariee? 

We sat upon their grinding rock as children used to be 

Beneath the knotted pine, knotted pine 

Beneath the knotted pine at the garden's edge 

Beneath the knotted pine, knotted pine 

Beneath the knotted pine at the garden's edge 

Oh, laughing, little girls clapping 

Ghosts weaving our hair to baskets 

Oh, laughing, little girls clapping 

And ghosts weaving our hair to baskets 

Our hair to baskets 

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I can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and low 

The alder trees were listening to songs been sung before 

My friend and I collecting skeletons of leaves 

Making tiny piles, oh, and sifting through the weeds 

Making tiny piles, oh, and sifting through the weeds