Good Tree

You can't gather grapes from a bramble bush
Or pick a fig from thorns
What I'd like to be
Oh, to be a good tree

Some fall in the rocks, on the beaten path
Some sink into great soil
From a tiny seed
Oh, to a good tree

Like a cedar high
And mustard wide
Where all the birds of the air can hide
Find rest inside
Oh, a good tree

The beetle bites
The black rot strikes
From the inside
Have your enemies
Oh, if you're a good tree

High and dry
Some branches die
From time to time
A prune's required
If you wanna be
Oh, a good tree

Even when I'm old
I still will be
Still full of sap, still green
That's what I want to be
Oh, to be a good tree

By Your word
The dark is light
The tree of death becomes the tree of life
So let it be
Oh, to be a good tree

Oh, to be a good tree
Oh, to be a good tree
Oh, to be a good tree

Oh, to be a good tree