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