...And I said, "My heart, my heart ain't stronger than this." "My heart, my heart ain't stronger than this." As we stood in the winter's cold And you sold everything that we had in our little home And I oh I, oh I, yes I am not fine And I oh I, oh I, yes I am not fine ...And I am not gold, sweet G-d I am not silver I am only some skipping stone, picked up by a passerby And clumsily cast in a river Why was I, oh why'd I have to be Born into this sedentary carcass Fastened here for what it seems will be... a lifetime My once tender shoots are now brittle roots Despite my demand I will end where I began So all you men with axes, You children keen to flame Come burn me into ashes, Come carve me with your names (Oh what glorious day when we depart) And the Great Pine said to the Mighty Oak, "Why can't I sleep through this season with you 'Cause I can't runaway, and I wish not to stay. I'd severe my roots and kill off my brood Just to leave my mother's embrace Oh great mighty oak, how I wish not to stay."