Id like to be a tree

Book 6 Page 29

I’d like to be a tree

I’d like to be a tree

blowing in the wind.

I really think a tree is me,

standing tall and thin.

I’d like to be a tall pine tree,

planted by the sea side.

With the salt breeze lashing at my branch like knees,

I’d, --- I’d, ---

Be happy I think!

waving to the ships at sea.

Yeah, I could be happy hanging around,

making like a tree.

And when it comes time to cut me down,

I wouldn’t mind being turned into a table.

I’d be a tree tomorrow if the good lord let me,

Cause I’m certainly willing and able.

I’d don’t know!

There’s nothing else I can think of

that would suit me to a tee,

than just hanging around being simple and straight forward

like a tree.

Somehow I’d be perfectly comfortable I think,

perfectly comfortable and free.

For life as a tree would have its difficulties I’m sure,

but it seems it would be, ‘just right’ for me.