You are the sunshine melting the snow,You water the seed,You give what it needs,The leaves’ll grow,So give me the sunshine.
High on a hillside you are the breeze,I used to be small but then I grew tall,I turned into a tree,So give me a hillside.
Oh your love has fed the root,made my blossoms turn to fruit,Now the days are cold,The wind begins to blow.
Yeah your love has fed the root,from my branches fell the fruit,Now the days are cold,The wind begins to blow,Yeah the sun's getting low.
You are the sun,You are breeze,I used to be small,But now I'm a tree.

I'm getting tired of trying to take things slow,Kicking back ‘n waiting for the wind to blow,For way too long just gone with the flow,But those days are done, so get up, let’s go.
I'm getting tired of all the talking,Been getting less of the yes than no,Reckon I'm ready for the real thing,All I gotta do is get up and go.