This old tree, standing here for more than four centuries
Wonder what you'd say if you could talk to me
About what it's like to be this old tree
Shadow and shade, kids on the corner selling lemonade
Send them down a cool breeze a sweet cascade
Tailor made by this old tree
In 1600 you were just a seed, reaching for the sky, high
Waiting for a chance to take your place in the warm sunshine
Here I go, high above the place were the people grow
Leave my troubles on the ground far below
So I can get to know this old tree
Summer sparkle in your leaves, autumn winds will bring release
Winter calls for you to sleep, Spring returns in green
Above the town, ships on the water spy your royal crown
Sentinel of green two points off starboard bow
Homeward bound to this old tree
In 1800 you felt the thunder roll, and lighting split the sky, high
Though the fire raged in the little town below you managed to survive
With this scar upon your side
This old tree, reach out touch a living history
Beneath my hands an ancient mystery
How small I am by this old tree