The Chestnut Tree

The Chestnut Tree ballad

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“Under the spreading chestnut tree,
I sold you and you sold me” – George Orwell

There was a time when we were young,

A time when we were young and free,

When the sunshine and the gleaming dawn

Brought us dreams of a destiny.

But we both were wild

We both were free

Under the spreading chestnut tree.

The rains, they brought the weeping winds,

Of glistened starry memories,

Of the night we wept away our fears,

With bright eyed love, times three

But we both were wild

We thought we’re free

Under the spreading chestnut tree.

I did not see what came to be,

I did not, for the life of me!

The blade cut through, the blade cut deep,

My flesh, my bones, my soul and me.

You drew that blade –

You smiled at me –

Under the spreading chestnut tree.

In a blink of an eye, I was sold

With stabs on my back, numbered three,

Betrayal dawned upon my brow,

Under the tree as you sold me.

There lay I,

There lay we,

Under the spreading chestnut tree.

T’was then as you walked away

When you felt your blood flow free,

As the knowing pain flashed in your stance,

I shot you, as you stabbed me.

I killed you.

You killed me.

Under the spreading chestnut tree.

“And there lie they, and here lie we,

Under the spreading chestnut tree.”

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