Trees Lyrics

Trees - Louis Armstrong (路易斯·阿姆斯特郎)

Written by:Joyce Kilmer/Oscar Rasbach

I think that I shall never see


A poem as lovely as a tree


A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed


Against the earth's sweet flowing breast


Or a tree that looks at god all day


And lifts her leafy arms to pray


A tree that may in summer wear


Yes a nest of robins in her hair


Upon whose bosom snow has lain


Who intimately lives with rain evers run


Poems are made by fools like me


But only god can make a tree



Yes love