Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI

I’m A Tree

I started out a simple seed, not knowing what I’d come to be
I took flight in April winds and gently settled down.
With the sun and moon to cheer me on, I felt the urge to be someone
Take my place upon the earth, here in this fertile ground. 

CHORUS:

I’m a tree, I’m just a tree
And I’m working hard to make the air you breathe
You’ll love my shade on summer days
And in at least a hundred ways
I can help you make the things you need
Just love me, I’m a tree 

My taproot was the first to grow. Instinctively it seemed to know
Deep beneath the forest floor, sweet water could be found
My tender shoot shot towards the sky, my little leaves grew green and I
Became a sapling, then I knew where just my life was bound 

REPEAT CHORUS:

BRIDGE:

My ancestors all sailed the seas as masts on ships for centuries
Log cabins for the pioneers and paper for their words
Inspired by their history, I bore the seasons gratefully
Determined to grow straight and strong, I learned to bend and curve 

One winter day they cut me down and in a Pennsylvania town
I was planed, shaved and shaped into a fine guitar
And in the hands of someone dear, my tale is told for you to hear
From simple seed to simple song it’s really not that far 

REPEAT CHORUS:

I’m a tree, I still a tree
And I’m working hard to play this tune for free
I love to sit in summer shade and in at least a hundred ways
We can pass the time in any key
Just love me, I’m a tree

Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI
www.catesbyjones.com