{verse 1} Grown by the sun, nurtured by rain, upon this world we need them to remain our old tall friends, we used to call our home, we chop them down to keep our bodies warm Trees, beautiful trees, falling down with such ease we got to save them to breath, can't you see [middle 8] Trees, should be blowing in the breeze trees, should be here for you and me AM Home to the birds, shelter to hide, their roots hold the world so tight each ring reveals the passing of their years but nothing shows the passing of their tears Trees, beautiful trees, falling down with such ease we got to save them to breath, can't you see [middle 8] Trees, should be blowing in the breeze trees, should be here for you and me