Lyrics
This old tree, standing here for more than four centuries.
Wonder what you’d say if you could talk to me,
About what it’s like to be this old tree.
Shadow and shade, kids on the corner selling lemonade.
Send them down a cool breeze a sweet cascade,
Tailor made by this old tree.
In 1600 you were just a seed, reaching for the sky, high.
Waiting for a chance to take your place in the warm sunshine.
Here I go, high above the place were the people grow.
Leave my troubles on the ground far below,
So I can get to know this old tree.
Summer sparkle in your leaves, autumn winds will bring release
Winter calls for you to sleep, Spring returns in green.
Above the town, ships on the water spy your royal crown.
Sentinel of green two points off starboard bow,
Homeward bound to this old tree.
In 1800 you felt the thunder roll, and lighting split the sky, high.
Though the fire raged in the little town below you managed to survive,
With this scar upon your side.
This old tree, reach out and touch a living history.
Beneath my hands an ancient mystery,
How small I am by this old tree.
How small I am by this old tree.