Текст песни Trees - Nelson Eddy , Jeanette MacDonald

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 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.