before you were born a sequence lay hold of what you'd become that continues till you're gone before you could memorize you would play before that you would hold and before that you would only behold and all the while leaves and twigs would form others chose to cut them down or embrace you to the fold what cuts down grows back smaller what shoots up falls right down you were once a little bolder now you've come around life puts you back again from when you drown grow where you're planted a common refrain ignores the truth of life you see you pay for where you're laid
