Cedars and oaks, and birches and pines You tell me your favourite, I'll tell you mine I like the tall ones, short ones, ones with great big roots I like the ones that bend in the wind And the ones that got fruit Oh, trees Nice enough to see Oh trees, growing up around you and me Thank you trees For picking up what we're putting out For giving us air to laugh about How lucky we are to have trees Now the guitar I'mma picking Is made of wood So I don't take much convincing that a tree's good But greed is a weed and it takes more than it needs Yeah, wasting a tree is like wasting a buck If you ain't got a reason Let 'em dig and be dug They're wasting long hours Tuning time into rings Oh, trees, for birds and big raccoons For monkeys and bugs and lost balloons The trees all know cause they go real slow In everything they do Tree's probably smarter than me and you Trees got squirrels and little boys and girls Climbing up and down em all the time They'll wrestle the wind Ann they'll bow and they'll bend And they'll stand the test of time And a tree may not grow all that high On the side of a hill so steep Be rest assured, below the dirt He's digging down really deep Oh, trees Nice enough to see Oh trees, growing up around you and me Thank you trees For picking up what we're putting out For giving us air to laugh about How lucky we are to have trees Oh, trees, for birds and big raccoons For monkeys and bugs and lost balloons The trees all know cause they go real slow In everything they do Tree's probably smarter than me and you