The Lightning Tree
Down in the meadow where the wind blows free,
In the middle of a field stands a lightning tree.
It's limbs all torn from the day it was born
for the tree was born in a thunderstorm.
Grow, grow, the lightning tree,
it's never too late for you and me;
Grow, grow, the lightning tree,
never give in too easily.
Down in the meadow where the wind blows cold,
the lightning tree stands stiff and old
.Branches bent when the lightning rent
the lightning rent from the firmament.
Grow, grow, the lightning tree,
it's never too late for you and me;
Grow, grow, the lightning tree,
never give in too easily.