I have outlived my time since I was
young.
I've traveled frontiers, I've followed
the sun,
And now I've returned to the land of
the free,
But as I look around, my God, where are
the trees?
That bloomed so green and that grew so
tall,
That gave me comfort and sheltered all,
My God, where are the trees?
Gone are the fields where I used to
play,
Mountainous buildings are blocking the
sun,
And the traffic is blocking my way.
The air all about me is so thick that I
cannot see,
But, worst of all, there are no trees.
That bloomed so green and that grew so
tall,
That gave me comfort and sheltered all,
My God, where are the trees?
My God, where are the trees?