Here in the shade, the air is cool
The boughs will stop the breeze.
But way up high, where I can't reach,
The wind sings through the leaves.
I hear the voices telling me
About the wind's caress.
The pine has needles whistling high,
The oak leaves sing the bass.
The flutes and oboes of the birds
Weave lightly through the song.
The pinecones drum on forest floor
To keep the rhythym strong.
The song is mighty - stirs my soul -
It's nature's symphony.
It's sent by God to fill my heart,
He sent it just for me.
