Текст песни Trees - Bryn Terfel feat. Czech Philharmonic Orchestra & Paul Bateman

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth′s sweet flowing breast
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray.

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair
Upon whose bosom snow has lain
Who intimately lives with rain
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.