I am a glorious tree I am
I am a glorious tree I am
I am a glorious tree
A hundred footer I’ll be bound
A hundred footer me.
I am a Copper Beech my friends
And copper is all you’ll see
I am admired for miles around
A giant of a tree.
A handsome beech I do believe
To last three hundred years
To tower above all life below
And shade all joys and tears.
But I’ve had friends cut down alas
So this with me may come to pass.
Really like this one, Ric. The tree with thoughts and one that will still be here in a hundred years, hopefully!