Luyện nghe bài hát Alder Trees, The

I can hear the elders whispering in so sweet and low
The trees were listening to songs been sung before
My friend and I collecting skeletons of
Making tiny piles, oh, and sifting through the

Wind blows the green, tiny green
Wind blows the tiny green, seeds
Wind the tiny green, tiny green
Wind blows the tiny green, seeds

Oh, in days unfolding
With hats fashioned of mud and skin
Oh, in days unfolding
With hats fashioned of mud and snake
Of mud and snake

As I think the ladies who weren't allowed to sing
Sewing all their pretty rows of thread of singing
And what about the black braided of Mariee?
We sat upon their grinding rock as children to be

the knotted pine, knotted pine
Beneath the knotted pine at the edge
Beneath the pine, knotted pine
Beneath the pine at the garden's edge

Oh, laughing, little clapping
weaving our hair to baskets
Oh, laughing, little clapping
And weaving our hair to baskets
Our to baskets

I can hear the whispering in words so sweet and low
The alder trees listening to songs been sung before
My friend and I collecting skeletons of
Making tiny piles, oh, and through the weeds
tiny piles, oh, and sifting through the weeds