The trees within the wood,
Are patient, wise, and good,
They light the forest aisles
In the summer with their smiles,
and in winter-time they know
All the glory of the snow;
Every bird may build and brood,
In the trees within the wood.

The trees within the wood,
Are much misunderstood,
They are beautiful and kind
To the fickle-minded wind;
They are fondly gazed upon
By the yellow, mellow sun;
There is fuel, there is food,
From the trees within the wood.

The trees within the wood
Are of every hue and mood,
Some are solemn, some are gay,
Some prefer the night to day;
When I transmigrate I'll be
Just a mighty monarch tree,
Lofty, and of royal blood,
Growing great within the wood.