Clay Band

Days of A Tree

I am favored, walking in your way

Listening to your voice, doing what you say

I don’t sit on any empire’s throne

My heart is yours, you are my home

 

As the days of a tree so my days will be

Strong and free, by the banks of your flowing stream

As the days of a tree so my days will be

Strong and free in your light

Strong and free

 

You won’t run dry, you won’t run dry

You won’t run dry, you won’t run dry