A summer long ago
A little seed was sown
By a farmer with no shade

The hourglass of time
He watched it slowly climb
While he began to fade

And we never see
The shade from our trees

I sat beneath the tree
A canopy of leaves
To block the summer Sun

The branches reach so high
Stretching toward the sky
I leaned against the trunk

And we never see
The shade from our trees
And we never see
The shade from our trees