| There’s a red leaf | 
| That falls from a purple tree | 
| It falls it floats down | 
| One red leaf against a clear blue sky | 
| It floats down | 
| Past the marbles in the clearing | 
| Beneath the geese in flight | 
| To the darkening river | 
| In the autumn light | 
| Where it touches down | 
| Oh, like a great bird landing | 
| Tears of autumn | 
| There’s a white tent that sits | 
| In the middle of a raft | 
| That floats down | 
| Floats down the middle of a river | 
| Of a stream floating down | 
| And the tears streaming | 
| From the mind’s eye | 
| Streaming back beyond | 
| The white sheets that flap and fly | 
| Oh, tears of wanting | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| Fists and chests | 
| MANGO CLEARING: | 
| Oh Mango in the clearing | 
| It’s his leg or something | 
| Waiting | 
| Everything would be alright | 
| Watching the trees | 
| Then his toes | 
| Then the trees | 
| Deeper into the jungle | 
| And leaves him there | 
| We turn off the t. | 
| v | 
| Never forget that night | 
| Never heard you | 
| Couldn’t sleep | 
| Hotel window | 
| Get up to those dark peaks | 
| Everything would be | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| Fists and chests | 
| GREAT OVERCOAT CLEARING: | 
| And when it’s not our great overcoat | 
| It’s a grey and yellow dress | 
| So beautiful the bees | 
| They followed you through the mall | 
| To the clearing in the wilderness | 
| And you lay down and I picked you up | 
| And I said you must never leave | 
| Your beautiful hands | 
| Like knitting needles | 
| And I said- it’s Jane, it’s me | 
| She said — | 
| When you go that’s when you go | 
| Lighten up and pass the cup | 
| Fifty bucks and that’s all you got? | 
| Yeah, I love you | 
| There’s a white tent that sits | 
| In the middle of a raft that floats down | 
| Floats down the middle of a river | 
| Of a stream floating down | 
| And the tears streaming | 
| From the mind’s eye | 
| Streaming back beyond the white sheets | 
| That flap and fly | 
| Oh, tears of hardness | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| Fists and chests | 
| OVERKILL CLEARING: | 
| Found the snake in the clearing | 
| And it tried to kill him of course | 
| But then… only after it tried to get away | 
| He said — | 
| Youse the meanest ugliest low-down | 
| And he cursed and swore | 
| Gonna shoot the damn thing | 
| (I'll never let nobody hurt you) | 
| I watched from the raft | 
| And I withdrew my scent | 
| It’s not hard to kill a snake | 
| It’s not hard | 
| It’s not hard to kill a snake | 
| It’s not that hard | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| Fists and chests | 
| ANGRY CLEARING: | 
| What do you mean I love you | 
| Stop saying I love you | 
| I don’t know what you mean anyway | 
| I don’t know what love is and… | 
| You don’t know what love is and… | 
| It doesn’t change anything anyway | 
| Ah… who cares | 
| Who gives a… | 
| Because all I see | 
| Is more hate | 
| More fear | 
| Less light than before me | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| Fists and chests | 
| BIRDS AT DAWN CLEARING: | 
| Get off my branch… | 
| Stick legs -they are not | 
| This is my tree | 
| It’s getting lighter | 
| I’m talking to you | 
| Turn down your radio | 
| Dawn is coming — run! | 
| Every morning when the sun comes up | 
| As loud as he can Get Up! | 
| Get Up! | 
| Yeah, I love you I love you a lot | 
| Lighten up and pass the cup | 
| There’s a thousand white tents | 
| On a thousand rafts all floating down | 
| There’s a thousand fists | 
| And a thousand chests | 
| They come thundering down | 
| And the tears streaming | 
| From a thousand eyes | 
| Streaming back beyond the white sheets | 
| That flap and fly | 
| Oh, tears of hunger | 
| There’s a white tent that blows | 
| In the middle of a raft | 
| That floats down down the middle | 
| Of a long and lonely dream | 
| Or is it lovely? | 
| can’t always tell… | 
| And the clearings pass | 
| Like blowing scarves | 
| The slightly familiar | 
| The slightly apart | 
| And the river never runs dry | 
| Oh, tears of open | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| The white tent the raft | 
| And one red leaf | 
| For my love… | 
| For your love… |