Sing through the Trees

When you sing through the trees There's no hidden agenda It's as pure as the breeze There is no one to hear ya So I go On my own Send my tune to the sky And the pleasure it brings is all mine Oh the pleasure it brings is all mine As the sun greets the sky All is peaceful and silent Perfection exists In the sun as it rises So I go On my own Send my tune to the sky And the pleasure it brings is all mine Oh the pleasure it brings is all mine And as I wander Life brings a miracle or two Rocky path before me Brings me to the highest view When you sing through the trees There is no one to hear You can sing as you please And the song becomes clear So I go On my own Send my tune to the sky And the pleasure it brings is all mine Oh the pleasure it brings is all mine