Stop by for a while
You've had a long journey
Through the dust and the sun
of the Holy Land.
Have a sit under my leaves
Enjoy my shade
Feel no shame.
You see how I'm wise,
How old I am
You can touch my rough skin
You can count my rings
Multiplied along the centuries.
Take the blood of my fruits,
My oil will give you
Peace and health
Prosperity and Faith.
My love I can give to many.
I am the olive tree
Of Gethsemane.