The Cinnamon Trees

One of these days, I'll get in a boat and sail away 

I'll slip on the stones, the elephant bones, I'll come to the shore 

What we seek is 

What we seek is 

I'll claw through the leaves, the cinnamon trees To whisper your name 

I went for the neck, I went for the heart The day before lent 

What we seek is 

What we seek is 

What we seek is sorrow 

One of these days, I'll get in a boat and sail away 

I'll claw through the leaves, the cinnamon trees To whisper your name 

I wish you could smell the cinnamon trees When all this is though

I wish this for you

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