The sunbeams are twinkling;

The air, soft and free,

Is telling a message

To you and to me.

Come out! Come out!

We're planting a tree;

Come out! Come out!

Let's all plant a tree.



Though now it is slender,

No taller than I,

It soon will be growing

Straight up to the sky.

A tree! A tree!

That reaches so high;

A tree! A tree!

That touches the sky.