i was walking down the street one day when i heard this voice say who r u he seem so blue so i said my name i looked into his eyes n started to cry so i asked him why he said i heard the truth was in my roots but i haven t seen a tree all day i didn t understand who was this man so i tried to ask again n 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 fly or simply die i y won t u fly away ay fly away i was confused n i couldn t choose the title of his blues and 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 d been mis lead to think that slavery was over now the world is on my shoulder 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 fly or simply die i y won t u fly away ay fly away the moral of this story is before u chase ur glory u better know ur roots they hold the truth the real sun is in the sky giving life all day to fertile grounds so i ask u what about the leaves on trees with broken branches where will they go after they ve done their dances in the wind will they fly or simply die i i i y won t u fly away ay fly away y won t u fly away ay fly away 