Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad on foreign lands
I saw the next door garden lie
Adorned with flowers, before my eye
And many pleasant places more
That I had never seen before
If I'd find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships
If I'd find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among
The ships
I saw the dimpling river pass
And be the sky's blue looking-glass
The dusty roads go up and down
With people tramping in to town
To where the roads on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land
Where all the children dine at five
And all the playthings come alive
If I'd find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships
If I'd find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among
The ships
Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad on foreign lands
If I'd find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships
If I'd find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among
The ships