Great Grandmother Tree

In the backwoods of an old mighty forest
There's a silver maple tree standing by a brook
The branches are reaching out to hug you
And the older she gets the more beautiful she looks

She's tall and she's wide
She's welcoming and wise
She's the great grandmother tree that never dies

She put roots down in the river valley
Friends with the bugs and birds and the plants
She was always branching out, ever-changing
And even when she got old she loved to dance

She's tall and she's wide
She's welcoming and wise
She's the great grandmother tree that never dies

But a storm blew in one midwinter evening
And it shook the oak tree from side to side
The heavy snow fell and the wind blew her over
In the morning the grandmother tree had died


In the backwoods of an old mighty forest
There's a silver maple tree lying on her side
She's home to all kinds of life now
She doesn't live but she's still alive

She's tall and she's wide
She's welcoming and wise
She's the great grandmother tree that never dies
She's the great grandmother tree that never dies