Hello there little green tree,
you look so wise and so free.
You're swaying to the wind and the rays,
but not for a moment does it look as if you've seen bad
days.
It's raining now and your leaves are wet,
oh but little green tree you don't have a fret.
Here comes the sun and birds are gathering on their branch
built play ground,
chirp-chirp-chripping is such beautiful sound.
The sun sets for the day,
casting your final shadow until dawn.
Yet you still remain there,
so wise and so free.
Oh, little green tree.