| There’s a tree in my garden | |
| Tall and dark with countless leaves | |
| And it whispers in the air | |
| And it dances in the breeze | |
| And it sways in the storm | |
| But it’s hold is strong | |
| And like the hope | |
| That’s come my way | |
| And turns me round | |
| To face the sky | |
| The rhythm of this world | |
| The gift of life | |
| The essence that can never die | |
| By a river crystal bright | |
| There’s a tree where waters flow | |
| Leaves that fall for our healing | |
| Scattered on the world below | |
| Where angels dance | |
| And voices sing |
| There' s a tree in my garden | |
| Tall and dark with countless leaves | |
| And it whispers in the air | |
| And it dances in the breeze | |
| And it sways in the storm | |
| But it' s hold is strong | |
| And like the hope | |
| That' s come my way | |
| And turns me round | |
| To face the sky | |
| The rhythm of this world | |
| The gift of life | |
| The essence that can never die | |
| By a river crystal bright | |
| There' s a tree where waters flow | |
| Leaves that fall for our healing | |
| Scattered on the world below | |
| Where angels dance | |
| And voices sing |
| There' s a tree in my garden | |
| Tall and dark with countless leaves | |
| And it whispers in the air | |
| And it dances in the breeze | |
| And it sways in the storm | |
| But it' s hold is strong | |
| And like the hope | |
| That' s come my way | |
| And turns me round | |
| To face the sky | |
| The rhythm of this world | |
| The gift of life | |
| The essence that can never die | |
| By a river crystal bright | |
| There' s a tree where waters flow | |
| Leaves that fall for our healing | |
| Scattered on the world below | |
| Where angels dance | |
| And voices sing |