Trees

Trees, Trees, Trees

I feel them in the cold breeze 

I hear them swaying in the morning and the afternoon 

When I hear the trees, it puts me straight to sleep 

I don't even make a peep

Trees, Trees, Trees

When I look into the darkness, a big white moon stares back at me and the trees

When I am swinging in the trees, I feel like

A big brown baboon

Trees, Trees, Trees

When I am in the trees 

I have no fears 

All my worries just disappear

But there is no need to worry because all

I need will always appear 

When I am with the big 

Trees, Trees, Trees