paroles de chanson Trees - Joyce Kilmer, Oscar Rasbach & Julian Lloyd Webber/John Lenehan

I think that i shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair
Upon whose bossom snow has lain
Who intimately lives with rain
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree