Luyện nghe bài hát Alder Trees, The

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

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

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

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

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

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

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