[Verse 1]
Grown by the sun, nurtured by rain, upon this world we need them to remain
our oldest friends, the forest was our home, Now we burn them down for cows to roam
[Chorus]
Trees, beautiful trees, they chop them down with such ease
they don t want to become fields of green they just want to help us breath
[Middle 8]
Trees, should be blowing in the breeze, trees should be blowing oh so free
[Verse 2]
Home to the birds, shelter to the forest floor, their roots hold the world so tight
each ring reveals the passing of their years while raindrops shows the passing of their tears
[Chorus]
Trees, beautiful trees, they chop them down with such ease
they don t want to become fields of green they just want to help us breath
trees, trees trees.