Happiness is in the glorious trees
Standing still or swaying in the breeze
Tall, short, young or old
All are beautiful and precious as gold
In the morning the trees are your friends
Oak, Elm, Poplar and Spruce
They're with you while you play
Watching you happily throughout the day
But in the twilight and glow of the moon
The trees aren't so friendly anymore
They whisper and hide and creep around
That's when you'd rather be indoors