Tell me, tell me, says the tree Where have you been? What have you seen? Yes, yes, joins in the grass Tell us, tell us Please, please, chorus the flowers Tell us all Where have you been? what have you seen?
Ahhhhh! sighs the Wind And gently caresses the tree I've been far And I've been wide And many things I've seen
Things that make you glad Others to make you sad Some bring tears of joy Some that break your heart
Some should remain unspoken Others remain unseen Some should be remembered Many best forgotten
Through deep dank forests Over freezing high mountains Across many deserted plains Along desolate coastal headlands Into cities and many homes I have been
All the sights I have seen And places I have been None will ever compare To see the King The Saviour Born in a manger
Oh my! says the tree Branches all aflutter Yes! yes! the grass gently rustles The King! the King! Finally! finally! Join in the flowers The King is here
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
I watched and listened to a mother explain to her young daughter the Nativity scene and out of that this was born
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