Tossed and turned by the winds Of the storms that have blown Through her age old limbs Winds of change Winds of pain Though many branches have fallen Her strength remains Hidden deep Way beneath the hard surface Where she drinks of life From the rains of the tempests And her glory shines When the leaves of her branches Are kissed by the sun Kissed by the one she loves Seasons come Seasons go She knows her crown is not worn For her beauty alone She waits for her time To grace the earth With the fruit of her suffering The fruit of her worth ' Cause she's been... Now let the storms come Now let the winds blow I hear her singing to me You are hidden deep Way beneath this hard surface You can drink of life From the rains of this tempest And you glory shines When the leaves of your branches Are kissed by the sun Kissed by the one you love