Текст песни Trees - The Platters
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
(Trees)
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
Poems
are
made
by
fools
like
me
But
only
God
can
make
a
tree
(I
think
that
I
shall
never
see)
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