xArtist: Dave Matthews Band Song: The Dreaming Tree Album: Before These Crowded Streets Tabbed: Ryan Lloyd [email protected] Intro: e|-----0h2---2-------0h2---2----0h2---2------0h2---2--| B|---------0-------------0----------0------------0----| G|--2-----------2-------------2---------2-------------| D|----------------------------------------------------| A|----------------------------------------------------| E|----------------------------------------------------| Dm Standing here Bb The old man said to me, C "Long before these crowded streets Am Here stood my dreaming tree." Dm Below it he would sit Bb For hours at a time C Now progress takes away Am What forever took to find Dm And now he's falling hard Bb He feels the falling dark C How he longs to be Am Beneath his dreaming tree Dm Conquered fear to climb Bb A moment froze in time C When the girl who first he kissed Am Promised him she'd be his Dm Remembered mother's words Bb There beneath the tree C "No matter what the world Am You'll always be my baby." Dm "Mommy come quick, Bb The dreaming tree has died." C The air is growing thick Am A fear he cannot hide Dm Bb C The dreaming tree has died Dm Bb C Dm Bb C Dm Bb C A A G Oh, have you no pity? F This thing I do D I do not deny it A All through this smile G As crooked as danger F I do not deny D I know in my mind A I would leave you now G If I had the strength to F I would leave you up D To your own devices A Will you not talk? G Can you take pity? F I don't ask much C A But won't you speak, please? From the start She knew she had it made Easy up 'til then For sure she'd make the grade Adorers came in hordes To lay down in her wake Gave it all she had But treasures slowly fade Now she's falling hard Feels the fall of dark How did this fall apart? She drinks to fill it up A smile of sweetest flowers Wilted so and soured Black tears stain the cheeks That once were so admired She thinks when she was small There on her father's knee How he had promised her, "You'll always be my baby." "Daddy come quick, The dreaming tree has died I can't find my way home There is no place to hide The dreaming tree has died." Oh, if I had the strength to I would leave you up To your own devices Will you not talk? Can you take pity? I don't ask much But won't you speak, please?
