They stand (the trees)
Alive and green
And though some may say
How odd they seem
Twisted
Bending every which way
But I look at them and see
Their Creator (my Creator)
And my heart sings
Alive and green
They stand (the trees)
Alive and green
And though some may say
How odd they seem
Twisted
Bending every which way
But I look at them and see
Their Creator (my Creator)
And my heart sings
Alive and green
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