You can't gather grapes from a bramble bush Or pick a fig from thorns What I'd like to be Oh, to be a good tree Some fall in the rocks, on the beaten path Some sink into great soil From a tiny seed Oh, to a good tree Like a cedar high And mustard wide Where all the birds of the air can hide Find rest inside Oh, a good tree The beetle bites The black rot strikes From the inside Have your enemies Oh, if you're a good tree High and dry Some branches die From time to time A prune's required If you wanna be Oh, a good tree Even when I'm old I still will be Still full of sap, still green That's what I want to be Oh, to be a good tree By Your word The dark is light The tree of death becomes the tree of life So let it be Oh, to be a good tree Oh, to be a good tree Oh, to be a good tree Oh, to be a good tree Oh, to be a good tree