Reach up, O trees, reach up and kiss the sky;

Embrace these brief and passing days of spring,

For soon in winter all must fade and die.

Rejoice, O trees, and lift your branches high,

Where song sparrow and robin sweetly sing.

Reach up, O trees, reach up and kiss the sky.

Although the shadows lengthen, do not sigh

Or weep.  Take courage; to the summer cling,

For soon in winter all must fade and die.

The sun is here now; 'neath its watchful eye

New life wells up in every living thing.

Reach up, O trees, reach up and kiss the sky.

Ere long your raiment darkens, bids goodbye;

At Winter's bidding birds will all take wing,

For soon in winter all must fade and die.

Think not upon the frost that's drawing nigh;

Tomorrow's cares and worries windward fling.

Reach up, O trees, reach up and kiss the sky,

For soon in winter all must fade and die.