Fertile Ground Follow

I was walking down the street one day
when I heard this voice say "who are you?" he seemed so blue
So I said my name
I looked into his eyes, he started to cry
So I asked him why and he said
"I heard the truth was in my roots
But I hadn't seen a tree all day"
I didn't understand who was this man
So I tried to ask again and he said

What about the leaves on trees with broken branches?
Where will they go after they've done their dances in the wind?
Will they cry or simply die?
How won't you fly away, fly away!

I was so confused I couldn't choose the title of his blues
So in response to his news I looked at his shoes
And noticed they were mine
Hold up, rewind
The voice was in my head telling stories of the dead
All my life I was misled to believe that
Slavery was over
Now the world is on my shoulders asking me

What about the leaves on trees with broken branches?
Where will they go after they've done their dances in the wind?
Will they cry or simply die?
How won't you fly away, fly away!

The moral of the story is
Before you chase your glory
You better know your roots, they hold the truth
The real sun is in the sky giving life all day to fertile ground
The moral of the story is
Before you chase your glory
You better know your roots, they hold the truth
The real sun is in the sky giving life all day to fertile ground
So I ask you

What about the leaves on trees with broken branches?
Where will they go after they've done their dances in the wind?
Will they cry or simply die?
How won't you fly away, fly away!

What about the leaves on trees with broken branches?
Where will they go after they've done their dances in the wind?
Will they cry or simply die?
How won't you fly away, fly away!
How won't you fly away, fly away!
How won't you fly away, fly away!
How won't you fly away, fly away!