The Giving Tree

A warm wind is blowing through the valleys and the mountain tops Down the road to a place we know so well The children are running with ribbons in their baby hands While we all gather 'round the Giving Tree Let's go sing songs, the blue ones Let's go sing about the Lord above And thank the old sun for all we have The sad times, the glad times The babies swinging in our arms Just don't seem like much like rain 'round the Giving Tree Like the shedherds once followed a star bright up in the sky We've come to say, come be with us know Come give us a good one Come give us a happy time While we all here dance 'round the Giving Tree