| Song | Beyond All Change - Suite from an American Mass: 2. the Tree That Plucks Fruit |
| Artist | Coro Volante |
| Artist | Brett Scott |
| Album | New Choral Voices, Vol. 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Peter Dayton/Vicki Hearne | |
| 作曲 : Peter Dayton | |
| The tree that from the bare air | |
| Plucks its fruit lives forever. | |
| All the conceits of number | |
| Keep the air aloft. Meanwhile | |
| The orchard that from the air | |
| Picks out the fruit of our lives | |
| Becomes a name for home, | |
| An inscribing of the earth | |
| With what lies outside the world | |
| And is the worth of the world | |
| For us who breathe on the word, | |
| Fogging it up, polishing, | |
| Navigating truth by the stars | |
| Flung carelessly everywhere | |
| On the ground and in the air | |
| And into the branches where | |
| They are caught by the motion | |
| Of that vegetable growth. … |
| zuo ci : Peter Dayton Vicki Hearne | |
| zuo qu : Peter Dayton | |
| The tree that from the bare air | |
| Plucks its fruit lives forever. | |
| All the conceits of number | |
| Keep the air aloft. Meanwhile | |
| The orchard that from the air | |
| Picks out the fruit of our lives | |
| Becomes a name for home, | |
| An inscribing of the earth | |
| With what lies outside the world | |
| And is the worth of the world | |
| For us who breathe on the word, | |
| Fogging it up, polishing, | |
| Navigating truth by the stars | |
| Flung carelessly everywhere | |
| On the ground and in the air | |
| And into the branches where | |
| They are caught by the motion | |
| Of that vegetable growth. |
| zuò cí : Peter Dayton Vicki Hearne | |
| zuò qǔ : Peter Dayton | |
| The tree that from the bare air | |
| Plucks its fruit lives forever. | |
| All the conceits of number | |
| Keep the air aloft. Meanwhile | |
| The orchard that from the air | |
| Picks out the fruit of our lives | |
| Becomes a name for home, | |
| An inscribing of the earth | |
| With what lies outside the world | |
| And is the worth of the world | |
| For us who breathe on the word, | |
| Fogging it up, polishing, | |
| Navigating truth by the stars | |
| Flung carelessly everywhere | |
| On the ground and in the air | |
| And into the branches where | |
| They are caught by the motion | |
| Of that vegetable growth. |