[Verse 1]
In a vineyard where shadows play,
A lonely fig tree stands, no fruit to sway,
Three years the owner’s walked this way,
Seeking signs of life, yet none today.
[Chorus]
Oh, fig tree, in the quiet land,
With soil so rich and a tender hand,
Why do you stand so barren still?
Is there a chance you ever will?
[Verse 2]
The gardener pleads for one more year,
To dig around and draw it near,
With hopes that life might yet appear,
Before the final judgement's clear.
[Chorus]
Oh, fig tree, in the quiet land,
With soil so rich and a tender hand,
Why do you stand so barren still?
Is there a chance you ever will?
[Bridge]
Under sacred branches, stories told,
Of Israel's fate, and hearts grown cold,
In the shadows of the ancient fold,
A tale of mercy yet unfolds.
[Verse 3]
Once beneath a fig tree, wisdom found,
A seeker’s heart, in silence, bound,
Buddha’s peace and Nathanael’s sound,
In sacred roots, life’s truth is wound.
[Chorus]
Oh, fig tree, in the quiet land,
With soil so rich and a tender hand,
Why do you stand so barren still?
Is there a chance you ever will?
[Outro]
So, fig tree, heed the call so deep,
Awake from slumber, arise from sleep,
For in the soil where shadows creep,
There lies the promise we must keep.