All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands

If I am alive this time next year

Will I have arrived in time to share?

And mine is about as good this far

And I'm still applied to what you are

And I am joining all my thoughts to you

And I'm preparing every part for you

And I heard from the trees a great parade

And I heard from the hills a band was made

And will I be invited to the sound?

And will I be a part of what you've made?

And I am throwing all my thoughts away

And I'm destroying every bet I've made

And I am joining all my thoughts to you

And I'm preparing every part for you