Anna and the Ash

A song about several generations of women as told by the Ash tree that accompanied their lives

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Anna sits beside me, watering the ground
A new tree for a new start in the garden that she’s found
And she sings a song
A song she’s always known
Her mother used to sing it
Now it’s deep within her bones
And she sings it to me
It’s the song of her family tree
And the years go by

Anna sits beneath me, resting in my shade
She’s working in the garden that her mother once laid
And she sings a song
A song she’s always known
Her grandmother would sing it
Now it’s deep within her bones
And she sings it to me
It’s the song of her family tree
And the years go by

Anna sits within me, high up in the air
Studying my dying leaves with tenderness and care
And she sings a song
A song she’s always known
Her great grandmother sang it
Now it’s deep within her bones
And she sings it to me
It’s the song of her family tree
And the years go by
And the seasons change
And the swallows fly
But the trees remain

Anna sits upon me, rocking to and fro
In the old ash rocking chair her mother made so long ago
And she sings a song
A song she’s always known
She sings it to her daughter
as it seeps into her bones
And she sings it with me
It’s the song of her family tree
And the years go by
And the seasons change
And the swallows fly
But the trees remain

(c) Rich Clarkson 2021