Trees on the mountainside trees on the hillside, trees on the plain,
Trees on the valley, trees on the den, trees on the dale, trees in the fields, trees by the river,
Trees in the forests, trees in the woods, trees of the grove,
Every where we see trees,
Such majestical sights of beauty coloured green and brown, grown from right out of the ground,
Forests of pine their greenery ashine with winter's Sun,
Woods of ash, oak, and birch, carpeting the ground with orange and brown,
Autumn's delight turning to winter's frown with bare twigs on the branch,
Without nestling birds who have flown, only to return when leaves have regrown,