If God would only let me be
A tree that lives in the forestry,
Then I can help prevent the flood
That buries farmlands with thick mud.
I can help absorb the rain
And crystal rivers will flow again.

If God would only let me be
A tree that lives in the forestry,
Then I can preserve the mountains view
And make its breast a verdant hue.
Upon my hair the birds will rest
And beneath my knees, a tired hunter can rest.

God can also make me a tree
That dwells right in the heart of a city,
A city where people almost choke
Of the machines emissions of deadly smoke.
My leaves will clean the air they breath
And make their habitat fresh and sweet.

My roots will give the flood no path.
My arms will cover you if the sun is too hot.
My flowers will give you an enchanting smell
And my fruits will give you something to eat or sell.
A tree, I will remain, that is my wish,
But please take care of me and don't let me be abolished.