Leaves Of The Tree

Old gardener rise with the morning sun, Watering the orchard one by one. Gentle hands and a weathered smile, Walking those same rows mile after mile. He don't rush and he don't complain, Giving each young tree a little rain. Some grow crooked, some grow tall, But the gardener loves every one of them all. We are leaves on the tree, swayin' in the breeze, Fed by the water Jah send down with ease. Leaves on the tree, every branch and every sea, Jah keep the roots alive for you and me. Some leaves green and some leaves gold, Some are young and some grow old. Caught by the wind from place to place, Still connected by amazing grace. Different languages, different names, Different stories, different pains. But beneath the bark and underneath the ground, The same living roots are spreading all around. We are leaves on the tree, swayin' in the breeze, Fed by the water Jah send down with ease. Leaves on the tree, every branch and every sea, Jah keep the roots alive for you and me. Then I looked at the Earth one night, Turning softly in the starlight. And it seemed like a tree to me, Floating in a cosmic sea. Mountains, rivers, deserts, rain, Every living thing sustained. Jah the gardener, calm and wise, Watching over life beneath the skies. Planets are leaves in the heavens above, Galaxies growing in a garden of love. Stars are the fruit on branches untold, Stories of creation still unfolding. And beyond what human eyes can see, Jah keeps tending eternity. We are leaves on the tree, swayin' in the breeze, Fed by the water Jah send down with ease. Leaves on the tree, every branch and every sea, Jah keep the roots alive for you and me. Leaves on the tree, from the soil to the stars, Never truly distant, never truly far. Leaves on the tree, in one great family, Jah keep the roots alive for eternity. Old gardener walking slow, Watching all creation grow. Leaves on the tree... Leaves on the tree...