You can't gather grapes
From a bramble bush
Or pick a fig from thorns
Oh, would I like to be
Oh, to be a good tree

Some fall in the rocks
On the beaten path
Some sink into rich soil
From a tiny seed
Grows a good tree

Like a cedar high
And mustard wide
Where all of the birds
Of the air can hide
Find rest inside
Oh, a good tree

The beetle bites
The black rot strikes
The weevil eats from the inside
Have your enemies
Oh, if you're a good tree

High and dry
Some branches die
From time to time, a prune's required
If you wanna be
Oh, a good tree
Even when I'm old
I will still be
Still full of sap
Still green
That's what I want to be
Oh, to be a good tree

By Your Word
The darkness light
The tree of death
Becomes the tree of life
So let it be
Oh, to be a good tree

Oh, to be a good tree
Oh, to be a good tree
Oh, to be a good tree

Oh, to be a good tree