Texty: The Moon Upstairs. People In The Trees.

In my younger years I saw
People in the trees
They spoke and sheltered me
They're still with me

Was, was I dreaming?
Could I be?
It's so hard to believe
I know that it sounds crazy

Up in the highest of highest trees
Is where they would be
With warm smiles so comforting
The darkest days couldn't be...

Alive, no not this time
Not in these, these days of sunshine
With those friends of mine

One night while I was sleeping
They awoke me
And said that they had to leave
I cried all night and screamed
For my friends in the trees

(Thanks to John for these lyrics)