Every night when the sun goes down and cool air with calm surrounds The silent garden in which can be found the tree of love Every night you can find me there with sweating palms and matted hair And drops of blood dot the sand everywhere under the tree of love
And you can hear them whispering under the tree of love And you can see them - under the tree of love can be found every saint and every sinner As they paw the desert ground for the fruit that falls each night from the tree of love
Some nights there are many there and murmurs fill the desert air Odd and evens trying to make a pair under the tree of love On and on as the darkness falls the wistful sound of the searchers calls Are heard within and without the walls around the tree of love
And you can hear them talking under the tree of love And you can see them - under the tree of love can be found every heel and every hero As they scour the desert sands for the fruit that falls each night from the tree of love
Last night, before the end, I found myself under the tree again The branches break as the bones they bend under the tree of love
And you can hear them shouting under the tree of love And you can see them - under the tree of love can be found every saint and every sinner As they search the desert ground for the fruit that falls each night from the tree of love They paw the desert ground for the fruit that falls each night from the tree of love They scour the ground for the fruit that falls each night from the tree of love