Artist:		Dave Matthews Band
Song:		The Dreaming Tree
Album:		Before These Crowded Streets
Tabbed:		Ryan Lloyd	rdlloyd@hotmail.com



Intro:

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	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?