A summer long ago
A little seed was sown
But a farmer with no shade
The hourglass of time
He watched it slowly climb
While he began to fade
And we, never see
The shade, from our trees
I sat beneath the tree
A canopy of leaves
To block the summer sun
The branches reach so high
Stretching toward the sky
I leaned against the trunk
And we, never see
The shade, from our trees
And we, never see
The shade, from our trees
And we, never see
The shade, from our trees
And we, never see
The shade, from our trees